Curse of the Cum Rags

Skye

Wow. Josie was so amazing in there. It’s like I barely even mattered in pleasing her. How can I compete with someone so good at all that sex stuff?

Skye is so lost in thought that she doesn’t notice bumping into Ms. Scarlet. “Hey, Ms. Scarlet. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Skye, did you just finish doing something naughty? I can see the cum on your face.”

The drow gasps and tries her best to wipe her face. Since the femcum has dried, it’s kind of a futile effort.

“Here, let me help.”

Scarlet walks Skye to the bathhouse restroom and helps her wash her face. She asks while she helps, “So, who were you cheating on Harper with? Figured you wait more than twelve hours for that.”

“If you must know, Ms. Scarlet, Josie was giving me a very thorough Pilates lesson. And Harper gave me permission.”

Scarlet looks a little pensive for a moment, then responds, completely deadpan, “I’m kidding, girl, I’m kidding. Since Harper sequestered herself upstairs for a while, what are your plans now?”

“Oh,” the drow pauses for a bit, “After this, I’m headed to the dungeon. Harper built me a custom one-shot to help me level.”

“Can I come?”

“Maybe? My love just finished. I haven’t had a chance to look.”

“Let’s find out.”

Soon enough, both of them entered the dungeon. Off to the side of the lobby, a lovely stone arch containing a portal has been erected. When they both enter, it seems the portal separated them. Skye examines a sign by the singular door. “Harper’s One-Woman One-Shots: Curse of the Cum Rags.” What’s a cum rag? Skye sends out a text to Scarlet: “Sorry. I did ask for it to be solo. Forgot.”

Scarlet texts back: “No problem. How about this? We compete. Whoever does worse owes the other a favor. Deal?”

After too long (only partially due to the difficulties with the touchscreen keyboard), Skye texts back: “Deal.”

Skye enters the Cum Rag door. She finds herself in a typical farmhouse, with a generic farm wife before her. She starts a soliloquy, “Oh brave adventurer, thank you for answering my call. My farm has been assaulted by a horde of evil Cum Rags. They kidnapped all 10 of my (legal-age adult) children! They would have grabbed me too but...”

The weird lady pauses for a moment. Skye politely waits. The woman continues, “Anyways, please save my children! They were dragged into the woods. Any questions before you begin?”

“Um, yes. What is a Cum Rag?”

“Oh, evil, vile fey creatures that are born from... excretions spilled from fertile adults in the woods. They grow from the excretions and soak their hats and shoes in it. If they dry out, the creature disappears as if it never existed. So they kidnap fertile adults to milk them for more excretions. That’s why you need to save them! They’ll be milked to **** if you don’t!”

Oh. A pervy version of Redcaps. I can handle that!

“I’ll save your children, ma’am!”

“Thank you, brave adventurer. I’ll bake you a lovely pie that’ll be ready when you return! Now go forth!”

With a bounce in her step, Skye sallies forth. I have to say, I appreciate Harper giving me a reason to care about killing these things outside of being one of those dreaded **** hobos written in the margins of the texts back home. I’ll have to thank her once I win.

Tina

Tina is back in the Green Room, waiting for her ride. The producer bunny left her an apology note; seems Dinah scheduled a meeting with her for some reason?

Eventually, her ride arrives. A very tall, very buxom woman with leathery wings and a cute little spade-tipped tail. Tina instantly and irrationally hates her.

“So, you’re Tina. Lily. Pleasure is all yours. Let’s get this farce over with. 10 BP and a free drink from Overflowing Cups will be paid upon the end of your performance. Please don’t embarrass yourself too much. The staff has seen me, after all.”

Urge to have Skye kill her... rising!

Scarlet

Scarlet crawls out of her hidey-hole from her short rest. After dealing with 7 fights, she needed time to recharge her ki. Now, she’s back on the hunt. Soon enough, she finds what’s become a usual sight in this zone’s forest: a weird tiny gnome thing with a ridiculously large sex paddle spanking some poor bottomless woman. The woman is drooling femcum and the gnome thing greedily wipes it up with it’s gross giant woolen shoes.

Scarlet runs up to deal with it. With a running jump, she slices through the gnome thing, then delivers a strong kick to knock the gnome away from the girl. The thing tries to whack Scarlet with it’s paddle, only to catch air twice.

As the girl runs away, she’s still pouring love juices on the ground. Scarlet slips on some on a rock as she tries to attack again and falls forward. The gnome thing whacks her super hard on the ass, but Scarlet is able to scurry away before the second, would be fatal, spank could come. With a forward roll, Scarlet gets back on her feet. She uses her momentum to cut a wipe arc and the gnome thing explodes into a puddle of fetid smelling cum.

Scarlet pants. This is quite the endurance run. Gotta try to patch myself up. With most of her ki, she focuses her sexual energies to repairing her raw ass, along with other various scrapes and bruises. Eight fights down, no idea how many to go.

Following a bend on the forest trail, Scarlet finds herself in a clearing. An older-looking man is being spanked this time, constantly oozing out cum from his tiny, wrinkly prick. There are three of those gnome things here and one of them is much bigger than the other two. Scarlet dives behind some brush to observe. Shit. I’m almost tapped out. Gotta try to get as much out of here as I can. Stupid Harper putting in a victim in this encounter. I’d feel too guilty to not try and save him. Jerk.

Scarlet tries what she did every time she ran into multiple of these gnome things in this scenario. Start by trying to use her glaive to pin down one of them to cut back on the counter-attacks. It even worked once. Apparently, an immovable rod has some ridiculous applications. Scarlet charges at one of the smaller ones, stabbing down with her glaive to activate the pole mode. She slices into the gnome thing but misses the pin. Shit. She spins herself up the pole and delivers a kick to the other small one. The gnomes keep swiping at her as she spins, only at best delivering some glancing blows.

Then the big gnome thing starts to run, leaving the man it was tormenting. With a massive boot, it kicks Scarlet so hard in the face that she ends up spinning the other direction. Gross. I can smell the cum smeared on my face. She kicks one of the small gnomes, then split kicks both of them. One of the small gnome things explode into cum. Scarlet dodges the first two paddle swings from the big gnome thing, but wasn’t expecting the third. She falls, dead.

Scarlet: +7 XP (Killed 11 Level 2 monsters. x0.333 penalty, rounded down [over-leveled])

Dinah

“So, Ms. Doctor Hornblower, was there a reason for this visit? I appreciate the pets, of course, but I have other duties that need my attention.”

The producer, back in her talking cat form, is sprawled along Dinah’s lap, poised perfectly for belly scritches. They are sitting in the producer’s weird gray-scale office.

“Surely, you are aware of what Daphne and Scarlet discovered this morning?”

“That young Ms. Rodriguez has been planning on killing Ms. O’Connor since basically the start of this round? Yes, I am aware.”

Dinah nearly flings the producer cat into the wall as she stands. The producer morphs into the vaguely shaped thing with blueish silver eyes sitting behind her desk. “Was that really called for?”

“You just told me that that psycho is planning on killing Harper and you’ve done nothing about it?”

“I have actually done a lot about the problem. More than what a producer would do before starting to throw staff members into eternal torment for incompetence. I pointed out the inter-dimensional breach that lead to Ms. Rodriguez making contact with an outside influence to the host. I have been monitoring for additional breaches from that dimension ever since. It’s been silent. Since Ms. Rodriguez’s attacks were considered sexy enough to not break any rules according to my executive producer, even after I strenuously argued against it, I couldn’t stop her at the moment. The overarching rule of ‘every player must be allowed to be entertaining’ got in the way. But I spent considerable time and effort to repair as much harm as I could. You should be grateful for my generosity on that account by the way. I have checked and reinforced the set’s automated rule-enforcement on the ‘only sexy ****’ rule, which has been made a little squirrely due to the presence of the dungeon, so, if Ms. Rodriguez actually is foolish enough to attack Ms. O’Connor on set, she will be in a world of hurt. So, short of punishing Ms. Rodriguez for a crime she has yet to commit, what would you have me do?”

“So, there is someone above you? Why am I wasting time with you!” Suddenly, Dinah cannot speak. Her voice is just gone.

“You like numbers, Ms. Doctor Hornblower? I believe you quotes some odds before. Well, here are some odds now. The likelihood that you physically survive a meeting with my executive producer is approximately 17%. The likelihood that you mentally survive that meeting is approximately (2.3x10^-19)%, rounded up. So, don’t ask. Answer my question, what else would you have me do?”

“Something that stops her from even trying to hurt Harper.”

The producer sighs. “I’ve done what I can. Ms. O’Connor is perfectly safe on set. Ms. Rodriguez will not be able to hurt her and, if she tries, it will be dealt with swiftly. If there is nothing else...”

“Wait. You haven’t done enough.”

“Look, Dinah, I acknowledge that your heart is in the right place, but I’m disappointed in you. Her wife and all of her future wives that are aware of the situation is doing something to help Ms. O’Connor deal with it. Ms. Daphne is busy crafting something to protect Ms. O’Connor from the flames that would soon consume her. Ms. Smythe is busy helping encouraging Ms. Kimura, who will soon be standing by her new wife’s side in this potentially dark hour. And you are here wasting my time, time that could be better spent stopping dimensional breaches. Either you will find the strength to stop her on your own in a manner that does not break any rules or you will be a grateful damsel in distress when someone else stops her for you. Either way, this meeting is over. I’ll see you in the morning.”

And, with a wave of the producer’s hand, Dinah finds herself in her room, trussed up in a series of knots. The ropes are silky smooth and Dinah is surprised how comfortable they are. It almost distracts her from how furious and helpless she feels.

Scarlet

Scarlet comes to in the recovery room to a bawling Skye. Her pinning one of the gnome things underneath her glaive was the play of the game. That was pretty sweet.

“Hey, Skye, don’t cry.”

“<Ididsobadandkeptmissingandcouldn’tdodgeeverythingwellenoughandnowbecauseIsucksobadHarperisgoingtodie!!!!!!>”

Whoa. That’s a lot. Terrible time for the bimbo transformation to start triggering.

“Breathe. Slow down. One word at a time please.”

The drow is still sobbing, so Scarlet brings her into a tight hug. Stroking her hair, Scarlet whispers, “You’re safe, Skye. Everything is going to be okay. Just tell me what’s wrong so I can help.” The redhead feels her love juices flowing down her stocking-clad legs.

“Two. I only killed two of them. I kept missing and I wasn’t good enough. And now, Harper is going to die because I’m too weak!”

Skye: +1 XP (Killed 2 Level 2 monsters, x0.4 penalty, rounded down [over-leveled])

“Come on. Let’s do something about that.”

“But that was our one shot at the dungeon today. What else can we do? Harper is going to die tonight.”

“Come on,” Scarlet urges, pulling the drow up to Daphne’s kiosk. She fires off a text to Harper: “I’m paying you back right now by buying Skye something expensive. She’s having a bad day. I think you know why. No complaints.” Harper quickly texts back a thumbs up emoji. Scarlet rings up her purchase.

Scarlet: -200 BP

Daphne: +50 BP (Commission)

A few minutes later, a real creepy-ass looking mermaid bursts from a water tube in the room with two potions in hand.

“Thank you for at least purchasing your potions instead of just looting or stealing them. Is you Mistress here? I really want another taste of that magic monster cock of hers.”

Eww. “Nope. Sorry.”

“Whatever. Here,” the mermaid shimmies back into the water tube then swims away.

“Here, Skye. Drink. Between these two and the one Harper has on hand, you’ll have 15 more XP. Would that get you strong enough?”

Skye sniffles a little, but at least the poor girl stops crying. Scarlet smiles at her, stroking her hair as the drow downs both of them.

Skye: +10 XP

“Now, I’m pretty sure we both have enough XP to level up. Let’s go see your wife, eh?”

The redhead and drow head up to the Suite. They run into Daphne on the way. The three climb the stairs, with Daphne insisting they take a few moments to admire the statuary. Skye almost smiles. Daphne shouts through the open Suite foyer door, “Beloved, we’re home!”

Harper walks to the entrance and gives each of them a greeting kiss. When she gets to Skye, she bites her lower lip a little and asks, “How badly did I screw up?”

Before giving Skye a chance to answer, Scarlet grabs Harper by the arm and drags her to the dining room table. Daphne scoops up Skye and places her in Harper’s lap. She also slips a shiny black stone on a string around Harper’s neck.

“Transmuter’s Stone, set to Fire Resistance, I presume?”

“How’d you guess?” Daphne asks.

“Indigo was an arsonist in every video game that gave her the ability to be one. I figure her obsession with burning things would continue with real magic. Thank you.”

“Welcome, Beloved. I’m going to check on Dinah. Love ya!” Kisses exchanged, the mermaid walks away.

Scarlet is already touching herself. “Sorry, but I’m going to need to take the edge off if I’m going to get through this. Skye, please stop acting like you have to do everything on your own. There is self-reliance, then there is stubbornly rejecting help. We helped you for your wedding; we would have helped you for this. We did help you because we figured things out on our own. So, talk to us.” Fuck, cumming!

The world fades to nothing for a moment, then, when she comes to, Skye meekly says, “Sorry, Ms. Scarlet. Lesson learned.”

“And, you, Harper, you didn’t screw up. Your wife asked for a solo adventure and you delivered. I got to run it myself and it was pretty good, especially given how quickly you probably had to put it together. Maybe a bit over-tuned, but good. So you have nothing to apologize for.”

“Skye, that true?”

The poor girl can only nod. Harper kisses her on the forehead.

“I got enough XP for a level. Give Skye the XP potion you got so she can level up twice.”

“What about...”

“Why do you think Dinah is ever going to want to fool around in the dungeon?”

“Wishful thinking?”

Scarlet chuckles. Harper sighs, then complies with the request. Skye drinks her third XP potion for the day.

“So, who’s going first?”

“Let Skye go first. I want to make sure she’s happy before I go to my shift.”

The two levels made a real difference. Skye got a whole slew of spells, the ability to cast magic as a proper Ranger, and several damage boosting abilities. And very little of that is super pervy. She’s smiling again. Scarlet’s single level is less impressive. An improved ability to dodge and the ability to clear her mind. Still, every little bit helps.

As Scarlet turns to leave, she asks, “You sure you don’t want a big group to confront Indi tonight? I’m sure Daph or Josie could hop in.”

“I would, I really would Ms. Scarlet, but The Lady wills that it’s just me.”

“I’m keeping that promise from earlier, Scarlet. We’ll see you in the morning. No matter what.”