Dinah Date 2, Part 4: Lazy Night In

Dinah

Dinah watches Harper approach her. She looks stressed. Irritated. Noticing the de-aged doctor watching her, Harper puts on a pleasant face.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Dinah. Shall we head upstairs?”

Dinah offers her elbow. Harper loops her arm in. They start to climb the stairs to the Master Suite. About halfway up, Dinah asks, “You okay?”

“Mostly. Still feel some residual embarrassment about that transformation. I am going to want to take a shower and dress comfy when we get up there. Also, Indigo tried to attack another staff member. While it’s nice to know that the app is working as I intended it, it’s disappointing to see that it’s needed. Sorry if it bothers you, me bringing her up.”

“It’s understandable. What do we have here?” Harper looks mortified by the golden aquarium statues. Dinah muses aloud, “I get you not having one with Daphne; the girl doesn’t seem to get how sex works for humans yet. Surprised Tina didn’t make a move along those lines.”

“If you must know, Tina is trying to hold back earning points to let the rest of you catch up. I’m sure that if she wanted to be so heartless, she’d have over 100 points right now.”

That sounded more irritated than I hope Harper intended. I should drop it. “After this afternoon’s excitement, maybe a quiet evening in would be a good idea. You go clean yourself up and I’ll make dinner arrangements.”

As Harper heads to the showers, Dinah heads to the kitchen. Normally, a lazy night in would be Chinese take-out and pistachio ice cream, but I think Harper would complain about carbs. Knowing Scarlet’s plan to have Harper play tour guide back in Aldea, she probably already did barbecue. Tacos? That way, she can skip the tortillas and be reasonably happy. Decision made, Dinah happily finds the exact taco bar take-out order she would have assembled lovingly stored in the oven. And a pint of pistachio ice cream to share in the freezer.

Dinah has the take-out containers set out by the time Harper gets back from a quick shower. Her very long red hair is combed and arranged just in a loose ponytail. She took the effort to at least dress cute. A green camisole top and some lacy black shorts.

“Feels good to be in clothes again. I’m sure you had something great planned, Dinah. Thanks for indulging me with the audible.”

“Well, if we’re going to be in our PJs, let me go change as well. Don’t want to be overdressed.”

As Dinah takes her overnight bag to the bedroom area to change, she hears Harper start to sing in that lyrical language she seems to use around Skye. Saying her prayers, I suppose. Hopefully, she’ll be the answer to some of mine tonight.

Scarlet

Scarlet once again finds herself in the Suckling Swine, preparing to dance for the staff. She sighs as she hears the crowd of mermaids awaiting their chance to grope her. Sounds pretty full in there. The BP will be nice, but I’m not looking forward to their grasping hands.

She’s less startled by the blast of hunting horns she hears than she was during her date. Eilistraee is reaching out again. Another message in Elvish: “<Remember your promise. Find your joy.>”

You’re not the one whose breasts are going to be mangled by dozens of pervy mermaids.

The message switches to read: “<Show them you can be appreciated without being groped. You’re a dancer, not a doormat.>”

That’s a good point.

Scarlet starts to dance. She leaps from stripper pole to pole, flipping, spinning, peeling off the skimpy costume she chose for the evening. The crowd drools over her mostly naked form. Soon enough, she is down to just her monk equipment, those pasties and hose. It’s interesting how the magic items seems to know what to do; they changed to color coordinate with each other and the schoolgirl outfit she chose. No matter. Something to think about later. If I’m not going to be a doormat...

“I’d like to do something a little different to start the one-on-one time. 50 BP for a close-up dance up on the stage. Any takers?”

One of the scarier looking mermaids in the audience apparently feels like taking Scarlet up on her offer. Scarred face, ruined eye, blue and black scales. “Last few days have been especially shitty, egg sac girl. Don’t make me regret this.”

“I have a name you know. What’s yours?”

“Calypso. I’m the hotel’s librarian. And I know you have a name, I just don’t care.”

Bitch. Summoning her glaive, Scarlet slams it into the stage, right where she wants it. Let’s show her who’s the boss here.

Scarlet mounts the shaft of the glaive and starts to spin. She watches the eye of Calypso, waiting for her to be lulled by the bouncing of her breasts from the rotation. Seeing the moment, she shifts her weight to allow for a burst of speed and delivers a double-kick right in the mermaid’s modest chest. She spends 2 ki to induce a pulse of pain to each breast. Another ki to deal a flurry of blows as she quickly pulls herself back on the pole, then, grabbing the pole with her ankles, flings herself into Calypso’s face, to spend 2 more ki to induce pulses of pain on her jaws and another ki to stun. Almost overcome with arousal, Calypso’s tongue lolls from her mouth, drooling. She’s doing the fish equivalent of stumbling, not quite alive, not quite dead.

Harper said something about the A-spot being kind of deep in a mermaid’s throat?

She flexes her legs to the audience and someone appreciates it. She feels a burst of some additional ki hit. Enough for a finisher. She sends her foot as deep into Calypso’s mouth as she can, feeling her shark teeth tear at her flesh. Her big toe slides into something in her throat. One pulse of pain later, and the mermaid collapses, twitching as if in the throes of an orgasm. From zero to full-on blackout orgasm in less than 2 rounds? Man, am I good.

Scarlet: +2 XP (Knocked out a Level 4 monster x0.667 penalty, rounded down [over-leveled])

Scarlet: Strip Polearm Level Up!

The crowd claps. They actually clap. That almost makes Scarlet cream herself right there. She plunges a couple of fingers in her snatch, then smears it on the blade. Pulling it out of the stage floor and pocketing it into her inventory, she bows.

“Glad you enjoyed the show. Now, remember, I will only be willing to give you that sort of pleasure if you treat me like a lady should be treated. I hope we can come to an understanding. Now, who’s ready for a little one-on-one time?”

Many, many webbed hands shoot up.

Scarlet spends her last ki on healing the scratches on her foot before wading into the salt water. Time to finish my shift, then spend some time with my girls.

Scarlet: +116 BP

Scarlet: The Magic of Student Loans +1 Progress: 25/319

Harper

Belly full of meat and some veggies, Harper lies contently on the couch. Dinah, dressed in a sensible set of pajamas, rests her head on Harper’s shoulder. They are both kind of wishing for a Blockbuster Live subscription. They are trying to make due with Harem Hotel Hereafter.

“Let me get this straight, this Shar host kidnapped her grand nieces and some of the oldest niece’s friends. Then she put them in an incestuous lesbian harem with the mistress being able to basically will all of her harem members pregnant, and that is one of the nicer seasons?” Dinah sounds exasperated.

“Daphne likes it. Granted, one of the first transformations was giving one of the girls like size Q lactating breasts and she may not be the best person to ask about the niceties of meiotic sexual reproduction. Still, way nicer than, say, the season with the literal devil finding some unholy Queen of Hell, the season with a Dark Lord getting the party of heroines that just slayed him as his batch of sex slaves, the season with a high school kid that is psychologically tortured by the host into enslaving the ‘bullies’ who ruined his life plus a random fan fic author, or the season where a new hire got to enslave the upper management of the company he will thereafter own by a psycho fox-lady.”

“Pass. On all of those seasons.”

“Uh, this Bros into Hoes season has a new episode up.”

“Nope. Not making you sit through that. Read the description.”

Ooof. Good point. Harper continues to scroll through the offerings. She’s almost tempted to just try her luck with one of the other Francis seasons when Dinah spots something.

“Oh, look at that one. Cute Bed and Breakfast motif. Description makes it sound like a much sweeter version of our season. Let me grab that pint of ice cream from the freezer and we can watch some of that one.”

Dinah comes back with said pint of ice cream and 2 spoons. Handing a spoon over to Harper, the de-aged doctor takes the first bite and nearly swoons in joy, “So good. You are helping me eat this unless you want me to get fat. And no complaining about the carbs, young lady. You’ll burn them off.”

“I’m still older than where you started in equivalent human age, Dinah, but, okay.” Harper takes a small spoonful. Eh. It’s alright.

Daphne

I want to go back to the swimming exercise. This one sucks.

Josie talked Daphne into taking a Pilates class for her transformation. They are in the Hot Yoga room of the hotel gym. The room is so hot and dry. Daphne doesn’t mind heat, she really hates being so dry. She wants another water break, but Josie required them to take off an article of clothes every time Daphne wanted an extra break and she is out of clothes. These “fly-away pushups” also suck so bad. Her tummy is so sore right now.

“Hey, Daph, water break. Sip, don’t gulp.”

Yeees! Water! Elixir of Life! The stuff I need to not die! Daphne glugs down half of her water bottle, much to Josie’s vocal disdain.

“How long have we been at this?”

“About 40 minutes. We got time for maybe a couple more sets before I’m not comfortable pushing you more. So, you want to make it sexy, or just finish normally?”

“Sexy? How can this suffering be sexy?”

“Wanna find out?”

Daphne, like a horny Tina, nods ‘yes.’

“Great. We are going to do some synchronized wide leg leg pull downs. Start on a high plank.”

Daphne follows directions. Josie gently widens the mermaid’s stance, then tells her to roll forward on her tiptoes, then roll back on the balls of her feet. Daphne starts rocking back and forth. Back and forth. Back. Something’s going on. She tries to turn around to look, only to get snapped at by Josie, “Eyes Front!”. As she rolls back, she keep feeling something wet and rough push into her not-cloaca. Daphne starts to moan.

Tina walks in, naked, and gets in a squat. “Wow, Daph, you look soooo cute right now. Can I hop in to help Josie, or do you want to keep her all to yourself?”

Daphne tries her best to shrug. Josie snaps her finger and Tina moves out of view. All the while, the rough wetness into her crotch continues. She seems to be thrusting deeper into it. It soon gets to the point where, when she’s on her tiptoes, the wetness is just at the entrance and then she has to press down so hard on it. Mmmmm.

Tina yells, “Faster, Daph.” and feels a slap on her butt. She starts to rock faster, the rough wetness presses harder into her. It starts to vibrate. Daphne starts to rock faster on her own. Need more. So close.

Suddenly, Daphne feels her hips forcibly pulled back onto the thing into her not-cloaca. It pumps hard and fast on her own, vibrating all the while. Then, it feels like the thing entered her oviduct when Daphne is a mermaid. She cums, hard, squirting her fish juices all over the thing. The thing gets more frantic as Daphne rides the orgasm. She feels it moan, then lose all control. It doesn’t stop for another minute. Too soon, Daphne is pulled off the thing and left to plop on her belly.

Daphne: +1 Dexterity

Josie: Beware of Snog Level Up!

Tina squats back into Daphne’s view with a refilled water bottle. “Here you go, cutie. Josie’s tongue feels good, right? Especially when she goes all beast mode, eh? Wanna do more after some dinner? Scarlet should get off her shift soon enough.”

Daphne answers by grabbing Tina’s waist, pulling herself up to the bonny bunny’s face, and shoving her tongue down blonde’s throat.

Daphne: +2 VP (Kiss the Slut)

Tina: +2 VP (Kiss the Slut)

Josie strokes Daphne’s hair. “Well, that means we’re having a foursome tonight, girls. But first, some recovery and some dinner.”

Skye

Alright, ring molds all spun in the centrifuge and dunked in the cooling water. Now it’s time to bust the rings out!

Skye takes a hammer and starts carefully smashing though the plaster molds. She’s not worried about damaging the mithril rings; she’s worried about breaking the hammer and getting plaster shards everywhere. It takes longer than she likes, but she has 8 lovely mithril rings, each placed on a piece of paper with the woman’s name on it. 8 acid baths and buffs later, she has most of the rings done as far as she needs at the moment. She tags the rings and locks them up in the forge storage area. The last 2 rings, of course, need engraving.

Now it’s time for the fiddly work. Hopefully, I get them done tonight. I probably won’t have time tomorrow. And tomorrow must be perfect.

Dinah

“Was it weird that all of them bought that ‘No bodily waste’ transformation?” Harper asks.

“Says the woman who has yet to have her first period. I would have killed to have something like that. Did you know that I missed my own sweet sixteen birthday party due to being hospitalized by some complications from my oxytocin hypersensitivity?”

“Sorry,” Harper dejectedly offers, “Now I feel like an ass. If it makes you feel better, from the book Daphne got me about the elves from the dimension she based the transformations I got, my yearly period is absolutely going to suck. A solid week of needing to be submerged in salt water to not die of dehydration while sloughing off endometrium.”

Desperately wanting to change the subject after hearing that bit of TMI, Dinah asks, “We got screwed over with our host, huh?”

“Almost certainly. Though, that Sera seems a lot more on the ball than Beckie. Beckie’s incompetence does let us get away with things Sera wouldn’t.”

“And what has us getting away with things got us?”

“I do like the piano Skye bought by me getting a couple of blowjobs. And imagine how annoyed y’all would have been if you were actually **** to sleep in your assigned room every night.”

“Hey, I’ve been good about sleeping in my assigned bed! I only missed one night.”

“You think Tina could have handled sleeping with the only one of you girls that has a vow of chastity going on? Or Skye having to deal with what seems to be Tina’s compulsion to have a dozen or so orgasms every night before bed?”

Dinah pauses to consider things. “Point taken.”

A silence sits in the room. The HHH service is prompting whether to start the next episode, but neither of them particularly feel it. Harper did end up only eating a few bites.

“Soooo, what’s the plan tonight?” Harper finally asks.

“The plan was for you to see our alternate selves so in love that you would drag me up here and put a baby in me, but that kind of already backfired. It was the only plan I could come up with in time, given what’s happened to me this week. So, I don’t know.”

“This morning certainly changes things, too,” Harper offers, “We should talk about it. How should we approach our new situation?”

Back to the dance from the last date, huh? “Well, I hope that you are willing to be intimate with me now.”

Harper shifts underneath Dinah, then wraps an arm around her stomach. “Are we not being intimate right now, in a way I wouldn’t have been yesterday? Just because I am not shoving my tongue down an orifice, doesn’t mean we aren’t being intimate.”

So, not exactly the dance last time. “Ok, more explicitly intimate with me now.”

Dinah feels herself twisted around and her body pressed into Harper’s. They stare into each other’s eyes for a moment. Her eyes are so blue, I should see birds fly across her irises. “Is that what you actually want, Dinah? Do you want the new me for me, or just for the points?”

Dinah kisses Harper on the cheek, “Why can’t it be both?”

“Well, if it’s both, prove it to me.”

Dinah starts to unbutton her pajama top. Harper, seeing the de-aged doctor expose the lacy bra underneath, goes in for a kiss. A real kiss, grabbing a handful of Dinah’s hair and pulls her in close. Dinah gasps, but Harper doesn’t take advantage to start tongue wrestling in the doctor’s mouth. It’s almost a test. Dinah isn’t going to fail it. She pushes her tongue into Harper’s mouth; the wrestling happens. Harper fumbles with Dinah’s bra, not realizing she’s wearing a front clasp one. Dinah pulls away from the kiss, a line of drool connecting their mouths.

Dinah: +2 VP (Kiss the Girl)

Popping open her bra and letting it hang loose, the de-aged doctor simply asks, “That proof enough?”

Instead of answering with words, Harper pulls off her top and lifts herself to meet the doctor’s lips again. Dinah lets her top and bra slip down her shoulders. Dinah feels herself slowly fall backwards and is soon having her back pressed into the couch, Harper kissing from above. The redhead gasps as Harper strokes her hair. She soon (too soon) pulls away to demurely ask, “How would you like for us to be intimate next?”