Delve 1, Part 1: Session Zero

Francis

A frankly large group is headed towards Dungeons for Damsels after the meeting. Tina wants another crack at the turkeys(?) and hopes that, with everyone so flush with BP, she’ll have some competent partners; Francis is happy to indulge the idea. Skye, sword already in hand, looks a bit frightened, but determined. Josie is in a ‘trust, but verify’ mood; she wants to make sure that the recovery room is actually acceptable before she moves on with her day. And Daphne, who should really be planning for a date she didn’t know they would be having 48 hours ago, needs to get a bit of work done; it’s slower going than Tina would like, as Francis is again wanting Daphne to practice walking. Soon enough, the gang reaches the door.

Francis scoops Daphne up for the somewhat trickier bit of navigating the store as Josie stomps down to the recovery room. He whispers, “You okay in here right now? I mean, your sisters did attack you here about a day ago.”

“I’m fine, Master. We have our date tonight. May I borrow your Josie to serve as a pair of legs? I’ll text you the location when I’m ready. Until then, hop in the dungeon and get yourself a couple of levels. You’ll need them.”

“I’ll try. Up to Josie whether she wants to help.”

“Good job downstairs, Fish. I’ll help lug you around. I’m getting pretty good at hauling if I do say so myself.”

“That’s settled. Hey, question before the 2 of you go. If I buy things not normally in the shop with you, do you still get the commission? Rather get you some spending BP than just feed the system.”

“Probably not, but worth a try. What cha purchasing, Master?”

“Oh, a whole bunch of stuff. Let me check some things. First, you need anything in the shop?”

“Nah. I’ll grab the basic stuff I’m entitled to as a Level 1 character since they took most of my good stuff. Anything else I buy here, I want to do on my own. Don’t want to ruin the date surprises, after all.”

Francis mentally frowns at that. What does Daphne have planned, exactly? Swiping through his new DM tablet, Francis finds Tina’s character sheet at notices a glaring error. “Hey, Tina,” he shouts, “over here, please. We need to fix something in your kit.”

“What?” Tina bounds over from the shelves.

“How are you planning on fighting today?”

“Card Blast?”

“Are there more than 5 turkeys in the level? Because that is how many attacks you have before you become a liability. And that’s assuming 1 Card Blast drops a turkey. You need a combat cantrip. Here. This transformation is suited to you.”

He flips his Tablet over to display the transformation for Tina to read and approve:

Bosoms Burn for Buxom Bunnies – Tina now innately knows how to cast the sorceress cantrip Fire Bolt as described in the Sacred Texts of Gygax. These fire bolts shall be shaped like rabbits. Whenever a creature takes fire damage from one of Tina’s spell effects, they will spend their reaction to move towards her (invoking attacks of opportunity as appropriate) in an attempt to mate with her (Bunny Girl).

“Um, that seems bad, but I don’t understand the rules? Explain.”

“Fire Bolt is a pretty standard combat cantrip. The way your class works, this gives you a ranged attack you can spam for an hour for 1 spell point. You’re in the back of the party. If the enemy survives your attack, they get horny and go for you...”

“Which sounds bad. I don’t want evil, soul-eating birds lusting after me.”

“And, as they try to walk away from me, I could get to hit them again. The movement will also potentially mess with the enemies positioning. Let’s say they have a mage in their back. You make them lust for you and they move themselves in front of their protectors. Makes them easy pickings. I will note that the other option that grants you a decent combat cantrip will lock you in an ice cold chastity belt every time you cast a cantrip.”

“I’ll take it only if your buying Francis.”

“That’s the plan. Daphne, 1 of that transformation, please. You’ll ring me up at the end, right?”

Daphne makes a note and then pulls out a scroll for Tina. “Of course, Master. Here you go, second favorite customer.”

Tina sticks her tongue out at Daphne and looks at the scroll. “Uh, what do I do with this?”

“Whatever feels natural, I guess. Sorceresses can’t normally just read a thing and get a spell.”

Tina opens the scroll to see some weird looking cotton candy thing? Her eyes light up and she shoves the entire thing in her mouth in one go. Her face goes a little crinkly, but she swallows it. “Whoever thought to combine chocolate covered strawberry flavor gelato with cinnamon ice cream is a weirdo.”

Daphne and Tina start haggling over some additional purchases. “Skye, your turn, if you’re ready. You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Actually, I need to be at least Level 5 by our date night, so I have to do this. I did have some questions. Why did you change Assassin to Duelist?”

Weird that she thinks she needs to hit a milestone like that in about a week. Who knows if it’ll even be possible. It won’t be for me unless I shed this revolting masculinity. Shut up. Francis, pressing down his brain, answers the elf, “I thought The Lady would generally not approve of you being an assassin. You know, just murdering people by stabbing them in the back unawares. Since Tina got a custom sub-class, I thought I would blend some assassin and some other rogue sub-classes together to make you someone She would respect.”

“You learned some respect for The Lady?”

“I am speaking to one of her chosen, I presume. Don’t want to piss off your boss.”

Skye blushes. “I guess so,” she states, sounding unsure of herself.

“If I understand things correctly, I can buy you a different class, if you would prefer.”

“No. The audience wanted me to be a rogue. I should at least start off that way.”

“Very well. Takes 3 rogue levels to get to the subclass decision. You’ll have time if you want to deviate from the audience vote.” Turning to the arguing mermaid, “One Rogue Quick Start, if you please.”

Daphne summons another scroll and hands it to Skye. “Her character sheet should now be on the tablet for your perusal, Master.”

The two read Skye’s character sheet, Skye being more confused by both the mechanics in the text and her extra boon. Francis watches her reaction. “You okay, Skye?”

“It’s a lot of responsibility, this. I’m going to wait by the dungeon door. Take a moment to process. Do what you need to do.” She walks towards the entrance of the dungeon proper, pulling Tina’s ear to get her to move too. Does she not realize...? Francis just lets that thought linger.

Daphne breaks him out of his head, “And for you, Master. Wizard Quick Start, I presume?”

“Let me get my order in for myself. I have DM decisions to make on this one.”

Francis: -260 BP (-120 BP earmarked for contestant modifications)

Daphne: +65 BP (Store Commission)

Tina

When Francis walks back, Tina barely recognizes him. He’s almost... fuckable. His ears are pointed like Skye’s, his nerdy glasses gone, his limbs elegant, his torso like ripped. He saunters up, sword slung over his shoulders, and strikes a bit of a pose.

“Before you complain, I did get permission from Dinah and Scarlet before doing this.”

“Who’s complaining? It’s almost like you got Josie’s old body, minus the important bits. Right, Skye?”

The elven farmhand is too stunned to really respond. He arches his eyebrows as his... thing swells up.

“So, what exactly did you do?” Tina asks, wondering what he’ll look like as a chick for the first time instead of just imprinting her desires on him.

“Well, I’m planning on tanking as a wizard. Gonna take some levels to get there, but needed a species change. Went High Elf. So, the snooty surface version of what Skye got. Probably dropped about 10 pounds of muscle and 20 pounds of fat with the more androgynous body. Gained a bunch of knowledge, access to magic, and a low-grade migraine from having my life experience essentially double. I can pull up the text real quick if you want. So, ready to talk some strategy before we go in?”

Francis pulls out his phone from his brand-new inventory and displays his new transformation:

Elf-Imposed Penalty – Francis is transformed into a High Elf. He gains the darkvision, knowledge, and skills of a High Elf. Feminization effects from dungeon items are 1.5x effective (Elf).

“Um, my lady wait... future lady love, what’s tanking? That term is not in the Sacred Texts.”

“It’ll make more sense in a bit. So, 2 broad strategies. Option 1, go in quiet. Try to sneak attack and kill as many opponents as possible before getting caught. Advantage is less opponents at the end. Disadvantage is when we’re caught, it will be frantic. Option 2, go in loud. Don’t care about sneaking; just blow as many of them away as fast as possible. Advantage is relatively stable position. I’m up front, keeping the opponents attention as much as possible. Tina, you ping away with magic and do your best not to get hurt. Skye, you go in for sneak attacks as you can find opportunities. If we go Option 1, we plan on trying to get to that Option 2 mode as quick as we can when we’re caught. Disadvantage is we have to put in resources like Spell Points to drop every opponent, not just the ones that catch us. Thoughts?”

“I’d like to go in quiet. I’m better suited to it and seems overall safer.”

“I’m not exactly a quiet kind of gal, Francis. Even if I don’t want those devil birds to get me.”

“To be fair, Skye and I would be doing most of the sneak attack work. You’d just be a lookout. Might be boring at the beginning, but it will be fun at the end. If nothing else, I doubt we’ll be able to get the drop on the level boss.”

“Oooh, boss fight? You really think we can get there?”

“None of us are healers, so it’s not ideal. But the recommended party is at least 3 Level 1s. With smart play, we could beat this level today.”

“Well then, let’s go! Sneaky, I guess.”

Francis opens the door and Tina, shuddering at what happened last time, follows.

The dungeon starts in something reminiscent of a World War I network of trenches. The party starts on a small hill behind the line. An entrance trench opens up before them. A trench guarded by 2 evil turkeys, though they look nothing like they did last time; last time, they were literally just turkeys wearing those pointy topped World War I German helmets, but now they look like Beckie, but with the beak, the dangly red thing attached to the beak, big feathery wings, clawed turkey feet, and the big turkey feather tail. Each turkey is still about as tall as Skye, strutting around making really bad turkey puns and struggling to keep their helmets on. Neither bird is paying attention to the hillside. They each eat a can of worms, obviously temporarily satisfying their desire to eat bunny girl souls.

“Those two caught us and sounded the alarm. But they don’t look like they did last time.” Tina whisper-shouts.

Francis nods, then starts doing this hand-pointy signal thing. Skye nods along, apparently understanding it. The two slowly creep up, each of them hiding behind a turkey. They run their sword through their targets. Skye looks ahead the trench while Francis sneaks back. He starts doing the hand-pointy thing at Tina.

“I don’t understand. I didn’t go to ‘sneaking around and pointing at things’ school.”

“Initial guards down. Follow us. Keep enough distance that you can give us cover fire if we get caught and watch our backs. ‘K?”

Tina sneaks after Francis. They meet Skye at the entrance tunnel. “Left side is a dead end. Turkey latrine. One turkey in there. Dead now.”

The three sneak to the right. The turkey **** slaughter continues.

Dinah

Dinah just can’t resist the urge anymore. Her breasts feel so full and the need to empty them into someone just keeps getting ever more impossible to refuse. That’s why she’s standing in front of this door. It’ll be so easy to fix her. Just get her to drink your milk and then whisper corrections in her ear. But, it’s wrong. But her not growing up is also wrong. Dinah opens the door.

Inside is an art gallery. Dinah looks at the first piece on display. A 1950’s style mural of a tobacco field, expertly done. Interesting.

Indigo: -20 BP (Constructing a New Hotel Room: Art Gallery with Rodriguez Family Exhibit)

“Mi papi painted that from stories he heard from his papi during his time as a kid before the war,” her target, standing behind her, explains, “What does it say to you?”

“Your father is very talented. Must take a lot of hard work and disciple to paint like that. You ever think of...”

“I’m working on a piece right now. Something special. And, despite my reputation as a VStreemer, I’m not one for painting with an audience. So, if you’ll done admiring mi papi’s work, you can leave now.”

“I came to convince you to give the whole team family thing another chance.”

“Maybe after my date this week. Want to try this on my own.”

Dinah turns around to look at her target. “That’s not acceptable. We need to be a team. And I have just the thing to make you part of it.” Dinah peels off her top, exposing her bare, leaking breasts. She expects Indigo to just drool, but the pervert doesn’t. Instead, she just strikes a pose as the rope starts to tighten around her. Softly, seductively, she speaks some Spanish. And Dinah just... falls... asleep.

Indigo

Sooooo sleepy... Shit. Can’t give in. Gotta think. I’m screwed if she wakes up before I got a plan. Indigo slaps herself hard to resist her own spell. Got less than a minute. Need something that’ll last waaay longer than a minute.

Dinah’s exposed, leaking nipples look so inviting. Indigo gently latches on to one of them and starts to suckle. Soooo good. So sweet. Must... ****... myself not to... swallow. For now. Even the taste is enough to start rousing her desires. She starts ramming her fingers into her fox hole. Dinah starts to stir, the spell’s effects fading.

Before Dinah can trigger Anilla again, Indigo plants a heavy kiss on the de-aged doctor, shoving her tongue in to open the doctor’s jaw. Dinah’s milk fills her own mouth. She chokes a little, sputters, but swallows the rest. The doctor’s eyes glaze over, her hands teasing her clit. How’s that saying go? Lo que es bueno para el pavo, es bueno para la pava?

Indigo leans in, hoping that she can get everything in before the milk’s effects fade, and whispers in Dinah’s ear, “Until I’m your Mistress, I don’t exist. You will let me drink my fill of your milk, saying nothing if I am still under it’s influence when you wake, walk out of this room, and forget that I or this room exist. If the others give you reason to believe I or this room exists, you will make something up in your head to convince yourself otherwise. Understand so far?”

Dinah unconsciously shakes her head in acquiescence.

“Good,” Indigo pushes it, “Once I’m your Mistress, it’ll be love at first sight. You will want to be my little Milky Mommy with all of your heart. And you’ll feed the others your milk if they resist. Oh, and you’ll have super smexy dreams about me until then. Understand?”

Dinah shakes her head in agreement again. Indigo, satisfied that she pulled her dumb, poorly considered plan off, starts to suckle for real. Sooooooo goood.