Daphne Date Night 1, Part 3: Guzzling Cum, Guzzling Meat

The Broadcast

A chyron scrolls the message: Portions of Our Program is Brought to you by Cum Guzzlers! The multiverse’s most perverse breastaurant!

Tina, Scarlet, and Josie all chant, in complete synchronicity, “Even lesbos love lickin’ lollies at Cum Guzzlers!”

The synchronicity breaks down as the 3 women start to approach the intense mind control exerted by the lollipops differently. Josie starts tearing her clothes off, droning, “Must appeal to the male gaze! Clothes do not appeal to the male gaze!” Tina snags the key off from around Josie’s neck and starts to unlock her bondage gear, droning, “Must submit to a male! Must not wear bondage unless the key is held by this one’s Master!” Scarlet starts to finger Josie as the gym girl rips the redhead’s clothes off; Scarlet drones, “Must lez out to appeal to the male gaze! This one’s desire is to please the male gaze!” Soon enough, all three have returned to a semblance of synchronicity, roughly groping, fingering, and making-out with each other, becoming more and more aroused. As they reach the crest of orgasm, they lock in at that level of arousal and start droning, “Need a male’s cum! Must have a male’s cum!”

Somewhere between the 3 of them, addled by lollipops, a thought that Master is a male and has cum occurs. The threesome starts to move towards the Master Suite, continuing to mete out and endure rough foreplay the entire time. The herd of affected women turn towards a different room in the hall. They smell cum. Lots of cum. More than what Master could produce. They stumble into the room, drooling.

Francis

Daphne insisted he sit on his throne. Francis eventually relents. A large bowl of sashimi is place in front of each of them, with a small seaweed salad on the side. Squid ink is apparently close enough to soy sauce to be a good replacement; a small dipping bowl of it is by the bowl (with a big bottle of it on the table), along with some real wasabi and some pickled ginger as a palate cleanser. The wasabi and ginger confuses the mermaid, but she is especially confused by the chopsticks.

“I thought humans can’t eat wood?”

“We can’t.”

“So, I’m supposed to avoid touching the wood to get to the fish?”

He shakes his head and snaps the chopsticks apart. He grabs a piece of tuna with chopsticks, lightly dips it in the squid ink, and pops it in his mouth.

“Oooooooh. Not doing that. Just going to use my hands.” Tossing the chopsticks over her shoulder, she grabs a fistful of raw fish and shoves it in her face. “Oh, no bones! Neat.” She smiles her big toothy grin. Then grabs another fistful. Soon enough, her bowl is empty. Pouting, Daphne holds out her bowl, “Master, more meat please.”

“Eat your salad.”

“But Master,” Daphne whines, “Mermaids are carnivores. Plants are what some food eat.”

Francis just gives her a “disappointed parent” look. Daphne is not completely immune to it. She pouts, but shoves some seaweed into her mouth. Daphne looks like a toddler being **** to eat vegetables. Francis chuckles a little. Then he panics, as Daphne shoves the entire glob of wasabi in her mouth. She downs the entire bottle of squid ink to flush out the heat, then says, “Okay, green things are poison. More meat, please.”

He gets up to refill her bowl. She gorges herself as he tries to eat like an adult. “Ok, full now. May I sit on your lap, Master? Heavy talk number one incoming.”

Sighing, he picks Daphne up to help her sit on his lap. She wraps her arms around his neck and smiles. “So, my other present for you is an upgrade to my weird leg transformation. It’ll help me be more human. I wanted to talk about it before I take it on. When you said that these weird leg things would give me a chance at normalcy, what did you mean?”

Oh. That is a kind of difficult topic to discuss. “There aren’t mermaids back home, Daphne. And I live in a desert. The only big water source is the river and you will likely be shot if you go swimming in it. Did you expect to just live in my bathtub?”

“Oh, Master. That decision must have been hard for you. If I understand what the others told me, you were insistent on planning your way through the transformation round. To be **** to make that choice spur of the moment with such a false assumption.”

What? “What did I assume?”

“That you will be going home. Tina pretty much guaranteed that you won’t at the very beginning. Have you even watched a season finale yet?”

Francis mulls over the idea. “So, because our dimension is mundane, we are so aberrant that we no longer belong to our home dimension? What will happen to us instead?”

“Typically, the harem gets placed in a dimension that is most similar to the one they were pulled from that will accommodate your changes. Many seasons offer ‘reality warping’ transformations in the BP to make a contestant’s transformations normal, but that essentially warps the home dimension to accommodate the harem instead. Either way, you can’t go home. As much as I wanted to catch up on a season I was obsessively watching, you need to watch the season finale and the reunion mini-season for the Cruise season instead. You need to see what could happen once the show is over.”

“So, you’re telling me that if I picked the weird ‘swim in air’ transformation, we would end up in a dimension where mermaids exist and can swim through air?”

“That would have been so cool and probably. Might be a dimension where jetpacks for mermaids exist instead and I’d have to wear a fake one outside. The show likes to help the harem not be hunted down as freaks after the season is over. Doesn’t make for a good reunion episode. But, the more immediate problem is do I use the upgrade? On the one hand, it will make life more convenient for you and my harem-sisters. On the other, it’ll make me more human and that feels like I am giving up a portion of myself. What would you like me to do? And, before you say anything, I want you to make the decision. Don’t just put it back on me.”

Francis sighs. We really need to talk about her whole mindset. He finally asks, “May I see the exact text of the upgrade?”

“Sure.” Daphne summons her phone and rests it on her firm stomach. He reads the text:

Legs Are Required For Jumping, Dancing. Strolling Along Down The, What’s The Word, Street – The Master is notoriously terrestrial, so Daphne needs to be terrestrial too. When not submerged in water, Daphne transforms into a human form over a span of 5 minutes. She keeps her sharky teeth, webbed fingers, arm fins, and some decorative scales along her legs. Her mermaid reproductive system, if not removed from other transformations, is held in suspended animation; she cannot consume semen to develop mermaid eggs while in human form, thus removing the desire to do so. While in human form, Daphne gains appropriate knowledge, skills, and memories of what she would be like if she were born a human woman. During the game, Daphne can only gain VP while in this form (The Little Human).

“Daphne, why do you want me to decide? I don’t see a problem with the upgrade, but I have an issue with you being so subservient. I want you as an equal, not a ****. So, no more ‘Master’ talk. I vote for you to take the upgrade. What do you think?”

She starts to stutter, “But, Mas... But, you are my...” Then, not wanting to talk, she just grabs the upgrade scroll and applies it to herself. She then gives Francis a hug and stands up.

“TV time. Ice Cream?”

Scarlet

Ewwwww. So gross.

Scarlet wakes up, nude, in a kiddie pool, coated in cum. One of her eyes is glued shut from the coating of spunk. And it smells awful.

She sits up, to see Josie and Tina in a similar condition. Tina is face down and starts coughing. Josie helpfully pulls Tina’s head up. “Ugh, how in the fuck did we end up like this?” Josie asks to no one in particular.

Scarlet swears she hears Tina mumble, “Fucking Vinny, I’m gonna shove your dick in holy water.”

The three nearly break the kiddie pool in their attempts to get out. Tina finds some drop cloths and starts to wipe away the cum as best as she can with them, focusing on the gym wolf and the redhead first. Once they are all sufficiently clean, they start to try and figure out where they are. It looks like a small art studio, Scarlet guesses. A large easel sits by the kiddie pool, with a table of paints on the other side. No canvas.

Josie shouts, “Found a way out, maybe?”

Scarlet and Tina follow Josie to enter into an art gallery. I recognize some of these pieces.

Josie wows, “Gnarly painting. Burning out someone’s eye with a cigar is kind of metal.”

“Castro, Portrait in Hell, by Azul Rodriguez.”

Josie gives her a look. Tina voices that look, “Nerd.”

“Hey, I had the second half of US History and Art History the spring semester of my high school junior year. Got assigned the Bay of Pigs War for my term paper in US History and kind of combined topics so I only had to do one set of research. Spent way too much time looking at paintings influenced by Castro’s brief reign of terror and the subsequent US invasion. Also, the head is severed in the painting.”

“Huh. So it is,” Josie notes, “Definitely metal.”

“My Art History project partner certainly thought so. I liked Azul’s dad’s paintings more. What was his name again? Oh, hey, I really liked that landscape!” Scarlet hops over to a beach scene that shifts from beauty to horror to war and back to beauty. “There it is. Emilio Rodriguez. A Havana Beach Across Time.”

Tina is getting a little agitated, asking, “Better question: why is this random art gallery here? Francis into painting?”

“Not really,” Josie admits, “maybe this is a challenge room? Look at this art, then paint something while coated in cum?”

“Maybe,” Scarlet muses, Or maybe Indigo has some weird family issues? Something to keep in mind for later.

“Can we get out of here? I really want a long shower and some gentle spooning before bed.”

Josie gives the bonny bunny a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Hey, memorable first date, right?” Scarlet joins in on the hug and gives Tina’s other cheek a kiss, “Hey, don’t blame yourself. Some of our transformations lead to unpredictable results.”

The three leave the gallery, hand-in-hand, and head towards the showers.

Daphne

Daphne snuggles into Francis’ chest and lets out a happy sigh. The evening went great. She got to try ice cream for the first time (honey ginger salmon flavor, with real chunks of smoked salmon). She got to relive the end of the Harem Hotel Cruise Edition that was the most frequent friend in her childhood. Francis looked tearfully hopeful by the end, even without a lot of the context. Maybe he is starting to understand what winning the game will look like.

She helped get Francis ready for bed, giving him a good hair-brushing. Francis looked so cute as he came.

Daphne: +4 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Hairgasm] x2 Bonus [first time contestant participant])

Francis: Identity, Interrupted Progress +1

He slipped on some pajamas from his wardrobe and Daphne grabbed another one of his shirts. It fits her like a loose dress and, despite her more human perspective, she still doesn’t want to get into wearing clothes for real. He looked pleasantly surprised by the comforter. Daphne pointed out that it’s magic. Once she crawled under the covers, the comforter becomes invisible. Soon enough, both are in bed. Daphne is amused by how, between her taller stature and resting her head on his chest, she can hold his feet between her still weird to her human knees.

He starts to stroke her hair. Now, time for the finale. Hope this goes well.

Daphne lifts her head such that her chin rests on his nipple. She looks him in the eyes. “So, ready for the real heavy talk, Master?”

She feels like he is about to object, so she presses a finger on his lips, “So, I don’t know how to do this; bear with me, Master. Story time.”

Daphne starts with her most recent wrinkle, one that she hasn’t had time to truly process yet. The memories that were implanted in her head a few hours ago. Human Daphne grew up in a Greek orphanage. Yet, human Daphne was just as alone and neglected as mermaid Daphne was. Neither Daphne ever had someone truly care for her. In fact, mermaid Daphne still doesn’t understand exactly how and why someone would care for her; the concepts are foreign to her life in the frenzy. He pulls her up and wraps his arms around her. So nice. He’s just so nice to me. It’s not fair how he makes those minnows in my tummy swirl around.

She moves on to talking about her weird soup of fighting animals in his brain, as she explained it to the others. The confusion of sharks and a tiger and an aardvark (which she now knows isn’t scary, but, given what she connected it to, it makes sense). He nods along.

“So, Scarlet said that one of my fighting sharks, the one I want to win, is love. I didn’t even understand the concept intellectually until the moment she said it. I was snooping on your conversation with Dr. Hornblower before the challenge, so I know that you feel the same way. Master, the reason why I’m fine with all of this is that I love you. With every spine and fin and scale, I love you. If I was able to put my feelings into thoughts and words, I loved you since before we ever met. And if the price I need to pay to be by your side is being on this show, being in this harem with all of the other neat girls, it’s nothing. I. Love. You.”

Daphne: +12 VP (Love Confession x4 Bonus [first time both participants])

Did I break him? He looks dazed.

“I love you too, Daphne, but...”

Daphne shushes him, “No buts, Master. Sure, we have stuff to work on. I need to process how to be human. I need to finish healing any residual wounds I caused while being on staff at the hotel. You need to work on how to be a good Master. And, not going to lie, as much as I love you, I’m not exactly into you, you know, that way yet. But, hey, you permanently changed species twice today, so we know the show will get you there. I am going to do everything in my power to help you. So, no buts.”

“Fine, Daphne, no buts. I love you.”

“Good. Love head butt!” She boops his forehead with her own and then snuggles back into his chest. “Good night, Master.”

“Beloved.”

“Huh?”

“If I heard you right, you told Dinah that you were waiting for a better title than Master. Call me your Beloved. That is a title I would strive to earn much more readily than Master. I am serious that I want to treat all of you as my equals in all of this. So, please...”

“Good night, my Beloved. Sweet dreams. Or whatever it is elves do instead of dream.”