Craig Date 2, Part 1: Some Dates Begin?

Craig

Craig wakes up with a splitting headache. The bed he finds himself in is comfortable. Much better than the brig’s sex crosses. He tries his arms and, to his pleasant surprise, he finds that he is not strapped to the bed. Again, much better than the prison. The room smells of industrial antiseptics and cheap lemon air freshener. The room is quiet, save the hushed rattling of the air filters.

The gnoll starts to sit up, only for a massive wave of nausea to wash over him. A voice from above warns, “Careful, dude. You need to take it really, really slow. You died this morning.”

I died? Is this heaven?

The voice continues, assuming that Craig wanted more details, “Yeah, dude, taking nearly double your HP from Geas really did a number on you. Glad I didn’t have to mop up the melted brain. Were you aware of where I had to fish your soul out of? Not a nice place, dude. Anyways, welcome back to the land of the living! And you should be medically cleared in time for your date tonight!”

Oh, no. Guess not. Damnit. Craig struggles to find his voice, “Did you at least remove the fuckin’ spell?”

“Sorry, dude,” the voice says, “You are not approved for Geas removal until you successfully apologize to Mona.” The sound of feet landing on the floor is heard, then feet padding towards his bed. A hot, busty goth chick hovers over Craig. Two large black feathered wings loom behind her face. She grins, “But, I am sure you got a crackerjack plan to show some sincerity tonight! Soooo, what’s the plan, dude?”

Simple. Wait until she’s defenseless and use the VR headset thing to fry her empty-headed brain. Then order her to forgive...

The squirming suddenly starts inside him and it hurts. Craig grits his teeth. “This a fuckin’ side effect from something that... the Host did to me?”

“Huh? Something the matter? Describe it?”

“It’s like one of those statues from upstairs inside my ass!”

The goth chick with the rocking tits starts using magic nonsense. The feeling fades as she works. When she’s finally done, she walks away, holding a hand to her ear and speaking in that weird fake Welsh. The cackles she lets out does not build a lot of confidence. When she returns, her smile is mischievous, "So, good news, bad news. What would you like first?”

“Good news?”

“It’s all in your head. No actual tentacles are probing you, just the sensation of them. Also, the trigger for avoiding it is extremely easy.”

“How the fuck is that good news? What’s the bad news?”

“It’s magic, sure, but of a nature that we can’t reverse. You’ll have to deal with it until the cooldown is over, then the person who did this will reverse it, if you have measurably improved your behavior.”

“Who did this to me, you... you!”

The skank had the nerve to tap her chin with her finger as she asks with a bemused tone, “Now, who does Craig know that promised magical retribution beyond the rules of the Hotel if he didn’t shape up?”

Now that the skank reminded him, he growls, “That asshole Master that thought he is better than me instead of just luckier. What’s the trigger?”

“I am sure you can figure it out, dude. Your date plans, unless you would rather talk to my wife about it?”

Of course, she’s another dyke. Such a waste of those tits. Craig just stops himself from snapping, “I have had a really shitty time here. I just want to watch some hockey, drink some beer, and not have to deal with show horseshit. Can you make that happen?”

The goth dyke walks her way out the infirmary door. She looks over her shoulder to reply, “It’s a shitty date, but sure. We’ll make it happen. Give yourself another hour, then you should be ready to head up to the Suite. Bye, dude.”

Craig lays his head back and grumbles to himself. He needs to think. What did that worthless lucky bastard do to me? Every time I thought about my plan, the tentacle feeling goes off. No... that’s not exactly it. I’m thinking about the plan now... Every time I thought about the fatass whore... Yup... there it goes... fuck that hurts. The trigger is probably some bullshit about mean thoughts or some shit. Okay, just execute the plan without thinking about it. Easy...

Tegan

Tegan is wearing her armor to the canteen. It seems to be the closest thing to proper clothes she can wear without triggering her itchy curse from that goblin fiend Samson. The indignity of her dress still boils her blood. At least getting to wear my chestguard is relieving some awkwardness. I’m not impeded by my gigantic cow-tits like this.

Entering the canteen, she approaches her target directly. She has no need to pussyfoot around. “You are taking me out on a date tonight.”

Her target gives her a blank stare. He then turns to Mona’s precious Kevin to ask, “My sexy bull, want to explain this to me?”

Kevin shrugs, then looks at Tegan. “What are you up to, Tegan? After what we talked about this afternoon...”

“I was given an ultimatum from a disgusting little goblin. I need to take someone out on a date other than Mona. Winter is obviously the correct choice.”

Winter looks at Kevin. He rubs the hu-cow’s forearm, noting, “Your call, my sexy bull. I remember our agreement.”

Kevin looks at her, then narrows his eyes. “I’m tempted to make you ask someone else first. But, I’m planning on supervising Craig tonight, so, if you want to humor this, Winter, I’ll allow it.”

Winter shrugs, then moves to sit in Tegan’s lap. “Well, I guess you get to show me a good time tonight, Tegan.”

Tessa and Jenny both walk in, sitting across from each other at the big table. Tegan does not feel aroused from Tessa’s lingering gaze at the vicious vixen’s massive mammaries. Nope. Perfectly straight. Her arousal is obviously from dominating the boy on her lap. Gaia and Mineko both come in too, taking their seats beside each other. Tegan again does not feel aroused from the girls’ stares. Nope. Still perfectly straight. Andromeda arrives and takes a seat. Tegan does not feel disappointed that Andromeda avoids staring. Nope. She’s not attracted to any of these women at all. Finally the homewrecker comes in, wearing a ring. Tegan growls.

“Mona got you one, too,” the homewrecker grumbles. “Maybe you should earn yours instead of giving me grief that I am actually willing to admit my feelings.”

Tegan prepares to launch a verbal offensive, only for Tessa to pull out the teacher voice, “Both of you, stop fighting. We are needing to work things out together. There is no need for hostilities.” Jenny seems to relax a little.

The lilac freak comes for orders. Mineko asks for fish sticks again.

Andromeda asks, “So, what is everyone’s plans?”

The homewrecker and Gaia both plan to join Kevin in watching Craig. Tessa and Jenny are off to go on a date of their own. With Winter her escort for tonight, that leaves Andromeda and Mineko to do... something. It is of little concern to Tegan what they get up to. Dinner goes relatively uneventfully after that. Soon, I’ll be free from the itchiness, then Samson shall know my wrath!

Mona

Mona actually tries her best to get ready, despite who her date is tonight. She is admittedly torn about how she wants the evening to go. On the one hand, Craig isn’t to be trusted; on the other, she is still responsible for him. On the one hand, he might actually come up here, apologize, and mean it; on the other, her backup plan should be really fun. She doesn’t know which way she wants tonight to go.

She takes a quick shower, more out of habit than from an actual need. Her shower time after working out with Ootah got the sweat funk off of her. Once she dries off, she checks what Ophelia pulled out as clothing options. Of course, Ophie pulled out outfits like Mona isn’t really going to have a date tonight. Mona heads back to the wardrobe and finds a nice dress. A quick make-up job later, and she’s ready.

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Follow Diet Plan (Before the Date) +10 BP

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Fully Prepare for Your Date +20 BP

She checks in on the living room. Ophie is there, playing Mugen. The sea elf maid looks up, shrugging, “You really expect Craig to come up here for a real date?”

Mona shrugs, “I honestly don’t know. He’s been following that order I gave him to leave me alone, outside of mandatory events. He might. If not, I still want to look good for my plan. You got things ready for it?”

The sea elf nods. “Just let me know if you are actually going to go through with it.”

A knock on the Mistress Suite door distracts Mona. Craig’s early? She uses Thaumaturgy to open, to find Kevin, Ootah, and Gaia all up there. Kevin hands her a report, then says, “Hey, we’re all here to make sure Craig...”

I already had this conversation with Ootah. Mona interrupts, “I appreciate the concern, but I got it guys. I already got a plan.”

Ootah, her sexy orc fiancée, steps forward, “I know you already said you have this, but we’d all feel better if someone was watching.” Gaia and Kevin nod in the agreement, the former enthusiastically, the latter solemnly.

Mona is willing to compromise. “Hey, tell you all what. If I need help, I’ll text. If I can’t text, Ophie will. If Ophie can’t, well... then the problem is big enough that I want Tyalangan to handle it. I don’t want any of you guys hurt tonight. Can you trust that I have the situation under control?”

They look worried. Well, Gaia looks fine with it, but the other two look worried. Kevin eventually relents, “Okay, Mona. I’ll trust you.”

Ootah grabs Mona’s chin, saying, “You need help, you text us immediately, okay?”

Mona nuzzles into Ootah’s grip, tracing a hand along her side. “Of course. I want my sexy fiancée to bail me out if I get over my head.”

Ootah gives her a kiss, then lets go. Gaia hops over and offers Mona a cheek to kiss, which the gamer girl happily takes. She teases Kevin, “You want a kiss, too?”

He offers a fist bump instead. Mona takes it. The trio head downstairs. Mona sighs, then heads back inside, waiting for the gnoll to arrive. No matter which way things go tonight, I hope it goes well!

Tessa

Tessa and Jenny are walking through the Royal Quarter. While the dryad got ready, Tessa did some phone research. She hopefully picked a nice date location, one that she probably wouldn’t use for Mona.

Jenny looks a little nervous still. She holds onto Tessa’s hand, asking, “Where, exactly, are we going?”

“A museum. I like museums.”

“Oh. Okay.”

They walk in relative quiet, people watching as they make it to the gallery. This is the first time Jenny left the confines of the Hotel and it shows. She is in awe. So many different people, so little clothing. To be somewhat fair, Tessa barely leaves the Hotel as well.

The hoppalong greeter at the gallery, vibrator buzzing under her skirt, does a bit of a double take as she looks at Tessa. Once she got over the shock of what could only be the sister of the queen walking into the gallery as if it is nothing, she welcomes them then asks them to each sign one of her bare breasts. Tessa reluctantly complies, then signs the other one, as Jenny did not want to risk a first-time action ruining the date so soon. Jenny still watches, rubbing her thighs together.

“The Royal Art Gallery of Nimlith Grove is free for all visitors! Tell the royal family I said ‘Hi!’”

The lobby of the gallery is quite lovely. The feature here is portraits of all 48 queens of Nimlith Grove lining the rotunda. The sea elf and dryad stroll around the room, looking at the paintings. Forty-seven of them look similar to their Autumn Room maid Lyra. Bronze skin, copper hair, gold eyes. Mostly small breasted, maybe a B-cup at bustiest. Most have muscles like a warrior, though not as large as Ootah. All clad in shining armor.

One stands out. Her sister, dressed in something more out of a Napoleonic war battlefield than a medieval one. Aquamarine blue skin, sea foam green hair, heavier breasts, muscles more like a dancer.

“Never thought I’d see my sibling as a painting like this,” Tessa muses.

“I remember that name. He was the Royal Portraitist at the time. Jerk used me to hold his extra paints while he made it and would complain about how he wasn’t allowed to fuck my mouth. Needless to say, he did not stay in the Queen’s employ for very long.”

“Decent rendering, at least.”

“True.”

Tessa puts a hand on the small of Jenny’s back. She asks, “Ready to move onto the exhibits?”

“I’d like that.”

The two start walking down into the first exhibit hall. It is apparently the Susan Wagner Appreciation Wing, sponsored by Court Wizard Daphne Copse-Wood. The first painting is quite... large.

“Isn’t that the cow-girl from that season we watched last night?”

“The slob? Yes.”

“That painter really spent a lot of time getting the vasculature on Susan’s breasts just right.”

Tessa arches an eyebrow. “Did you pay that much attention to Susan’s breasts?”

Jenny blushes quite hard. “To be fair, that was the first time I saw a woman’s breast grow a foot or so longer in the span of a few minutes.”

Tessa can’t help but laugh. “Is it worrisome that we might be seeing something like that in person, sooner or later?”

“Don’t remind me. Is it wrong that I hope it’s Tegan and not me?”

“Not at all. Let’s see who else my sister-in-law has in this wing, eh?”

The two of them spend longer than either of them ever imagined in a hu-cow fetish themed art gallery. Daphne definitely has an interesting imagination.