Date Intermission: A Plan Partially Foiled

Indigo

Indigo enters Medea’s Medicines, the hotel apothecary. She only had enough Dinah milk to make one more mug of fake cum. She needs this one to count.

The mermaid inside is frustrated beyond belief, ranting at no one in particular, “Who does Daphne think she is? Doesn’t she know just how long it takes to make Potions of Long Rest? And the harem is just going through them like it’s water. 7 of them were purchased today. Seven! Several weeks worth of work, consumed without a thought. It’s so infuriating! Arggh!”

Indigo approaches the mermaid’s counter and rings the bell. The mermaid turns around and declares, “Oooh! A customer. I hope it’s the Master. Haven’t got a chance at his sweet, sweet semen yet. Oh. Boo. It’s one of his sluts. What do you want?” Her face is super freaky, with a strangely jutting lower jar. It takes some effort to not throw up.

“Rude,” Indi states, “I’d like some potions please. This recipe.” She hands the slip of paper she got from the scary librarian. The alchemist mermaid takes a look. “Ah, Potions of Vitality. A good one. I have a few of the longer lasting ones in stock. 40 BP each. How many do you want?”

“I’m a little short on the BP department, but I do have something else you may be interested in. Here.” Indigo pops out her milky mug from her inventory. The freaky mermaid drools and grabs it. “I’ll let you have 1. Here. Deal?” She pulls out the potion and sets it on the table. Indigo reads the potion’s description on it’s tag:

Potion of Vitality: Double the consumers HP for 8 hours. The consumer suffers 1 level of exhaustion when it wears off.

“Deal.”

The mermaid drinks, falling into Indigo’s trap. Soon, she is in a daze. Indigo pops the potion and the mug into her inventory. Then she begins her dastardly deed.

“So, first thing first. Cum your pettan tits.”

No major reaction this time. She did say she hasn’t had any cum from that veijito. Leaning over the counter, Indigo licks at the brownish salty liquid.

Indigo: +2 XP (Feeding on a Level 5 spellcasting monster)

Indigo: +1 max SP (Feeding on female spellcaster of higher level)

Medea: -1 Level

“Next, give me your entire stock of Potions of Vitality. Then forget I was here. Forget about having these potions in stock.”

The creepy fish mermaid pulls out a couple more potions, which Indigo pockets before she walks out. She got what she came here for.

Daphne

So, Indigo was drugging her frenzy sisters and killing their babies to lick up a little cum? Gross. Why? This is confusing. Looks like she somehow got a class transformation, too. I need my Beloved for more information. For now...

Daphne gets out of her head to focus on the bedlam before her. Ariel is nearly ready to rip out Beckie’s throat as she demands the host to do something about Indigo’s behavior. Calypso is still chained up, which is probably a good thing, given how vindictive the tang mermaid can be. Cass is digging through security footage. Zoe is crying. Dr Hornblower is still frozen stiff.

The voice of the producer cuts through the chaos. “QUIET! One at a time. Ms. Petersen, do you intend to do anything about this accusation? I have seen the evidence revealed here today.”

“Nope. Cyber slut is hot so she can do what she wants. Toodles!” The host disappears.

“DRAG HER BACK HERE SO I CAN RIP OUT HER THROAT!” Ariel bellows.

Cassiopeia speaks up, “Just found it on Indigo’s stream VoD. She got to the bitch already. She’s less than useless.”

“So, Ms. Producer, what do you intend to do about this? I will not accept this injustice to my frenzy. Someone has to pay.”

The producer’s voice gets smaller, more focused. “If someone must pay, I will do so. If you would be so kind as to bring Ms. Zoe and Ms. Calypso to the surface? This is a delicate procedure.” And a silver cat with little blue stripes sits on Ariel’s head. It hops to the edge of the tank.

Soon enough, the two mermaids are floating on the surface of the water, with the cat nuzzling against Calypso’s tummy.

“So, the show’s budget does not allow me to restore everything taken from you. But, I will restore what is most important. Your children will live again. Now, casting True Resurrection several hundred times for each of you will be rough. All I ask of you in return: let the Master handle this. You are not to take vengeance on your own. Is that understood, Ms. Ariel?”

Ariel growls, then states, “Understood. Our frenzy will allow the Master to punish his property. And he better do it properly. You hear that, traitor!” She then swims off.

Daphne watches the producer cat start to simultaneously cast True Resurrection the requisite number of times to restore Zoe and Calypso’s dead eggs. It is a masterwork of spellcasting, especially given the form the producer took has no hands. In her mind, she hears the producer note, “Perhaps, my dear Ms. Daphne, you should start working on Ms. Hornblower? This will take a while.”

Oh, right.

Turning to Dr. Hornblower, Daphne grabs the de-aged doctor’s egg sac, squeezing. Dr. Hornblower leaks a little milk. She casts Remove Curse, then asks, “How are you feeling, Dr. Hornblower?”

The doctor does not respond. “Little help?”

“Oh, sorry,” Daphne hears in her head, “And fixed.”

Dr. Hornblower looks angry. Very angry. “Who did this to me, Fish? Who made me lust after a figment of my imagination so much that I… I…” She cries tears of impotent rage.

“Tell me exactly what you remember.”

After she finishes sobbing, she replies through gritted teeth, “I remember being commanded by someone to ask for permission to feed others my milk due to feeling intense guilt about Scarlet. I remember being told to add whatever that someone tells me to add to their triggers. And I remember being told that I had an unfillable void in my heart until my soulmate appears. Whoever did this to me had me transfer 40 BP, but that’s whatever.”

“I’m going to check on some magic stuff inside you. Do you want your kitty back?”

“Not right now. I need to feel this.”

“That’s very brave of you, Dr. Hornblower.” Scarlet pats her on the shoulder.

“Stop that. You can call me Dinah. We’re friends. I shouldn’t have snapped at you that morning anyways.”

Daphne casts Detect Magic the fast way. She prepared it for a reason. Seeing the enchantment is still there, just weaker, the mermaid decides that it must be layered. She casts Remove Curse again.

“Anything new, Dinah.”

“Whoever did this to me made me buy a fancy milking machine. I was ordered to milk myself when I get too full and leave the milk in bottles in a specific locker. I was also ordered to stay in my room until I was no longer full.”

“Huh. Then why did you miss the meeting?”

“My heart was torn asunder. The last thing I wanted to do was to get out of bed. How would you feel if someone ripped your love for Francis out of your chest?”

“Oooooh, so you love him?”

“I’m working on it. It was just an example.”

One more casting of Remove Curse later, and Dinah’s rage just about boils over.

“THAT BITCH! I’M GONNA...”

Daphne bares her teeth. “You are going to tell me what happened and then we as a harem will decide what to do. Or do I need to get bitey?”

“Indigo. I went to confront her for being so anti-social and this Team Mom curse overwhelmed me. She did something to put me to sleep. She ordered me to forget about her and the weird art gallery room she was in. Then she ordered me to love her with everything I have at first sight when she is the Mistress of the harem. She wanted me to **** all of you with this wretched tit milk if you resisted. And I was to dream about her until then. For what she did...”

“It’s not just our decision. It’s for the whole harem to decide. We need everyone’s input, especially my Beloved’s. I’m joining Scarlet up there tonight. Are you going to behave until we get back, at least?”

Suddenly, the cat is in Dinah’s lap. It mews contentedly as it rubs against Dinah’s midsection. The de-aged doctor instinctively pets the purring producer.

“For a season all about giving the participants agency, you have certainly been denied a lot of agency with your transformations, my dear Ms. Hornblower. The 50 BP is easy enough to restore, for you were unfairly cheated out of it. I’ll even let you keep the milker, if you wish. I wish to give you something more, though. Something to ease some of your suffering. To help pay for it, I will leave the choice to the audience. Do you wish to see what I thought up?”

Dinah: +50 BP

“It’s Dr. Hornblower,” the de-aged doctor spits. “Let’s see.”

The big Media Room screen displays the options:

A Solution to the Team Cohesion Crisis +1 – Dinah will begin to produce milk and lactate at a constant rate as if she is nursing a newborn. This breast milk will have a special characteristic when consumed by adult females, namely, that is serves as both an aphrodisiac and puts the consumer in a suggestive state. The Master, if female, can choose to be immune to this effect. Both Dinah and any adult consumer of her milk shall derive sexual pleasure from the nursing process (Team Mom).

A Solution to the Milky Mommy Crisis – Dinah is now immune to the effects of her own milk. In addition, the hypnotic effects of the milk dissipates if it is not consumed directly from Dinah’s teat (Team Mom).

A Solution to the Involuntary Fecundity Crisis – Dinah and her partner can now control her fertility. She cannot become pregnant unless both parties consent to it. Odds of pregnancy outlined in HIS still apply. Dinah’s children will all be born without genetic defects, nor will they suffer any negative consequences from Dinah’s current or final state in the harem (Team Mom).

“As is tradition, do you have a preference?”

“Why can’t I have all three?”

“I’m sure you will be able to purchase the others when you get enough BP. Steer the audience towards the one you want most.”

“The first one looks like an upgrade to the milk transformation. Looks like you removed the compulsion? I don’t understand why Francis left it in.”

The cat cocks its head. “To be fair to your future wife, he did try to remove it. Do you not remember he had a first draft for his veto? He attempted to remove the compulsions to ****-feed your harem-sisters and to make them addicted to your milk.”

“Regardless, the upgrade seems the worst of the options. The second one, something to prevent others from taking advantage of my cursed milk, that one is good. I can live with that one. The last choice is, of course, the one I really want. The ability to play this nightmare fucking game properly AND a guarantee that my children will be okay? If I must choose one, why would I want anything else?”