Gluttonous Sheep

Flora lay atop the softest, most luxurious mattress and pillows she had ever experienced. It was like those beds of clouds in cartoons, and she just wanted to sink into it further and never get up. Flora was so glad that Aubrey didn’t mind all four of them sharing a tent and bed; otherwise, Flora would be missing out on the best sleep of her life. Flora looked to her left and saw Hilde with her back turned to her. At first, she thought Hilde was still asleep, but then she noticed a slight tremble in the small woman. Flora gripped her luxurious pillow and girlfriend tightly. Flora heard to her other side, Aubrey get up and start to put on her gear. I suppose we should get up. Flora reluctantly got off of Merida and got dressed. With Merida and Hilde doing the same shortly after. No one talked much. Aubrey really couldn’t speak because her breasts were full. The other three felt awkward with all of them present. After a quick breakfast, Flora said, “Okay, so the plan is still to try for the gluttonous idol today and deliver it if we can. Then maybe hit a few more quests on the way back to base.”

The group headed over to the dungeon where the idol was located. It was decided that Meribelle would be held back for now, as without duplicating all of Merida’s gear, she wouldn’t really have any useful purpose scouting. After a bout of arguing in Merida’s head, it was ultimately determined that Merigold should go in first. While Merigold went inside, Merida produced an illusion for Aubrey to watch as if from Merigold’s perspective.

While they were doing that, Flora gestured to Hilde to step away with her for a bit. After walking a ways away, Flora said, “Hilde… I… if…” Flora was clearly struggling with how to approach this, but Hilde let the lioness figure it out, just waiting for her to say her piece. After several minutes of false starts, Flora said, “Hilde, if I wanted to set conditions that would get me from reluctantly yes to yes, you can be with Merida, would that be a deal breaker?”

“You wanting to set conditions? Probably not. Not if what you really mean are boundaries.”

“It is mostly that, but it is a bit more than that, too. I think? Probably?”

“Flora, you don’t need to try to sugarcoat things; feel free to be blunt.”

“Well, you said you were willing to include me in things? Is that still true?”

“Yes, but as I said, I’m not overly interested in you.”

“I can say the same thing, actually.” Flora retorted, “But that’s where things are complicated. I’ve been thinking since our talk. The more I think about it, the more enticing the prospect of sharing you with Merida becomes.”

“Sharing me? Not sharing Merida?”

“I think it’s my TF. You’re part horse, which, while not a common prey animal, is definitely not a predator. I think my TF is labeling you as prey, though. I want to know if that will be a problem for you. Since it will keep getting reinforced. If you are with her, eventually, I’m going to want to devour you while Merida does as well. Considering the word choice and my current feelings, I feel like I’m going to get rather aggressive about this eventually. I know your season was horrific, but I need to know, will my being aggressive in bed with you be an issue?”

“Depends. Aggressive and controlling no. I actually enjoy that to some degree. I do have some things I have issues with, but I’m not discussing them with you at this point.”

“Are you content limiting yourself, partner-wise?”

“To Mark, Merida, and you?”

“The other Meridas as well, but otherwise yes.”

“Romantically, yes. Sexually no. If Mark is involved, then that’s enough for me, and I’m not going to turn down an opportunity simply because someone else is involved.”

“And would it be a problem if I were with someone besides you and Merida?”

“I see you are being greedy. Both of us, all the other Meridas, and then still one more?”

“I’m not sure I want you romantically. Merida already said I could have a second partner. If we are going to make a polycule work, I have to know what you are okay with.”

“Flora, I really don’t care what you do that doesn’t involve Merida or me, as long as I can be with Merida.”

“There was something else I had been considering and wanted to know. If a condition to my agreement was that Merida did what she did again, but between you and me, and bi-directional, would that be a deal breaker?”

“Yes. Anything more than making us more attracted to one another would be a deal breaker.”

Flora stood in silence, gazing off into the woods for a while, her tail flicking behind her. Hilde stood next to her, unusually still.

After several minutes, Hilde broke the silence this time. “Thank you for taking this seriously. I know it can’t be easy, considering I know that you two created a bunch of these bonds between the two of you.”

“That’s why I’m considering it at all, Hilde. I know what it feels like.”

“Still, I appreciate it.”

“Thank you, too.”

“What for?”

“Asking me. Waiting for me to be ready. I’m not yet. I’m sorry, but I’m still ****. I think I will end up being okay with it eventually. I don’t know if that helps or not.”

“It does. Flora… I know Cassandra said that it doesn’t **** you to share, and it technically doesn’t, but I’ve looked at the code on your Feline Habits. You are going to get pushed to share, with the way it works now.”

“Is that why I feel like this?”

“A little probably. Though not completely. I recommend looking at your alternate selves with Mark or Mary. You might be surprised. Also, have you thought about what you will do if your friend gets added to the Harem?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Clara, I think her name was.”

“Oh… her. Do you think that is likely?”

“I think all of the potential additions, ignoring eliminations, were probably showcased during the last challenge. I would also only expect one to two more rounds where additions happen. But you avoided my question.”

“I… I don’t know. She’s a nice person, and she is attractive. I didn’t realize she was interested in me, to be honest. I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.”

“Fair enough. You have more you want to talk about, or shall we see what Merigold and maybe Mira have found out?”

“Not really, let's head back.” The two rejoined Merida and Aubrey. Flora asked, “So how are things going?”

“Puirly,” Merida said. Aubrey had her hair wrapped around Merida and was humming to heal Merida. “Merigold managit tae return tae me afore she wis forcefully returnit. Sae, she can still come oot taeday. Mira at least got through the first room, thoo frae the looks o' things, the first room resummons the monster.”

In the illusion. “OH FUCK THIS! This right here is bullshit! Merida, are you seeing this crap?”

Merida and the rest were indeed looking at what Mira was. In front of Mira was a sign that read, ‘What kind of glutton are you? Consume items here to decrease the enemies ahead.’ In the next room, there were a total of fourteen golems that could be seen. All their eyes were glowing with a bright blue light and staring at her. “No fucking way am I eating any of this crap. Half of this looks like Chloe’s candies, and the other half looks like Sally’s baked goods. I can tell you I have no god damn chance in the next room, without deactivating all the enemies, so I’m just coming the fuck back.”

And just like that, the illusion ended, and Merida gained an extra tail.

“So what are your thoughts?” Flora asked.

Aubrey just pursed her lips. Merida answered. “I’m no’ sure. I mean, I think Aubrey will be able tae handle the first room easy. No’ sure aboot the next ane. Thae statues o’ us look sturdier than the anes Hilde an' I faucht.”

Hilde said, “Makes sense, especially since there is supposed to be a way to decrease their numbers.”

Flora turned to Aubrey, “Aubrey, it’s up to you if you want to try to solo this. I won’t stop you.” Aubrey thought about it. Then she pointed to the ring Flora had borrowed from Ellen. “You want the ring as a reward if you solo it?” Flora asked. Aubrey shook her head and held out a palm. Flora handed over the ring.

Then in her head, Flora heard, “Okay, I think I can do this. I need the ring to contact Mary and Chloe, though, I’m not happy about what I’m going to do to solo this, but I’m going to because our team’s victory is more important.”

“That’s convenient, that you aren’t baaing with the ring. You can hold on to it for now, but it goes back to Ellen when we meet up with her.” Aubrey nodded. “Well, if you are going to try, might as well get going. Merida you have any buffs for her?”

“A few.” Merida cast Mirror Image and Haste. “I poured as much as I could into those, so they should last for a few rooms. Get going, timer’s ticking.” Aubrey nodded and entered the dungeon.

Aubrey walked down the tunnel alone. It was dimly lit with torches. She felt like a gladiator entering an arena, which wasn’t far from the truth. Shortly after she crossed through the archway into the circular room, a portcullis dropped behind her. The massive boar-cow appeared from nowhere on the other side of the room. It let out a massive roar, “MOOOOOOOOOOO!” then charged Aubrey. Mira showed that the creature isn’t too bright. Aubrey slammed her feet into the ground, making slight divots from her ****. She simply braced to take the charge of this creature head-on. Just before the monster barreled into her, she thrust her massive sword forward. Her arms were straining to be kept from giving out, but she held firm while letting out her own battle cry, “BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” She ultimately won out, and the creature backed up in a daze. Aubrey wasted no time and jumped on its back and then used her hair as a lasso to keep her there, then started to stab the boar in the face repeatedly. The boar collapsed soon after.

Outside of the dungeon, the others were watching Aubrey, and Mira said, “Okay, that’s utter bullshit. Why does she get to be a badass fighter, and we have nothing that wicked?” Merida rolled her eyes, knowing that Mira knew why but apparently just liked complaining. “I’m for fucking real. We would be fucked in the ass for this challenge without the more combat-focused people helping us.”

Merida had had enough. “Mira, that simply isn’t true. This is simply a quest whaur combat-focused individuals hae the advantage. Sae quit complainin’.”

Back inside, Aubrey was in the buffet room. She reached out to Mary with the ring from Ellen. “Mary, I need your help. I have various things from Chloe’s candy shop and baked goods, likely from Sally. I need help knowing which ones cause… lactation. Specifically, more milk production.”

“Sure, just tell me what you see. Though nothing from Sally that I know of would do that. I have Chloe next to me.”

Aubrey waited a couple of minutes for the cooldown to send another message to expire, then listed off all the candies she had in front of her. They didn’t have names, so she did her best to describe them.

Mary replied, “Okay, so one of the chocolate bars is likely Milky Days. They should cause the milk production. I assume you are doing this for your new headband. Just be careful. I look forward to tonight.

Aubrey looked at the chocolate bars. There were three different trays of chocolate bars. They looked slightly different. She broke apart each one. “Mary, I have one with some sort of filling all the way through, one with the same filling and I think caramel, and then the same filling again, but caramel and nuts.”

“It should be the second one. Those sound like 3 Musketeers, Milky Ways, and Snickers, respectively.”

Aubrey picked up a bar she suspected was a Milky Way knockoff. I can’t believe I’m going to increase my milk production voluntarily. She ate the first bar. The effect was immediately noticeable. Her breasts swelled with milk, and her muscles surged with strength. She looked into the room and found that the statue of Merida had its eyes dim. No fucking way am I eating fourteen of these. But I should probably take a few more things. Aubrey reluctantly grabbed a second Milky Days, and not only saw her breasts get bigger from the milk, but she remembered Chloe’s TF, and considering her ass expanded too, she was pretty sure she just triggered it. “Mary got any suggestions for the most harmless candy I mentioned or dessert from Sally?”

“I take it you have to eat multiple of these things? In that case, I would go with the desserts and not the candies. Cake is breast growth, buns are butt growth, pretzels will shrink your waist, the cupcakes will cause your lips to swell and become erogenous. I can’t recommend her other desserts at this time.”

Aubrey looked into the next room, and sure enough, Sadie’s statue’s eyes had dimmed. So either eat twelve more items or fight the remainder. I should probably have a few more things if I plan on soloing this. Aubrey grabbed two slices of cake and watched as her breasts grew. Aubrey placed her hands on her breasts, trying to get a feel for the size increase. Hmmm, maybe about two cups per cake slice? Which means no more cake. Aubrey checked whose eyes had dimmed this time. Well crap. Mary and Mark were not the ones I was hoping for. She grabbed a pretzel, and as she ate it, her waist slimmed down a couple of inches. OH, this isn’t bad at all. Aubrey grabbed another two pretzels and just wolfed them down. Her waist was now cartoonishly thin, and she also felt like something was constricting her waist, as if she were wearing a corset. Maybe I should have taken those one at a time. This time, Laura’s and Sam’s eyes went dark. Jackpot. Aubrey went to the buns and ate one at a time. She watched as the statues for herself, Chloe, and Hilde all went dim, all while her ass grew six inches. I think I can handle four of them.

Aubrey moved into the room with the statues, and predictably, the ones with the glowing eyes moved to the center of the room. Across from her stood statues of Flora, Talia, Allie, and Isabella. Aubrey knew she needed to take the initiative and charged at the statues. Which was when things went weird. The statues seemed to become a blur of motion to Aubrey. When she was hit in the back by several arrows from the Flora statue, while another cluster of arrows took out her mirror images. The Allie statue seemingly appeared out of nowhere and, with a solid blow, sent Aubrey flying into the wall. What is going on? Aubrey started bleating out her healing hymn.

Aubrey took advantage of having a wall to her back to get in a defensive stance so she could figure out what was happening. They are moving fast all of a sudden and then at normal speeds again. Aubrey managed to deflect part of the volley of arrows that Flora was somehow able to produce alone, but took a few hits from Allie and Isabella before they backed off again. They are also only attacking after the volley. Wait… what is Talia’s statue even doing? I… SHIT! Aubrey had realized what was happening. Realizing that she had to get rid of the Talia statue or she was cooked, Aubrey dove out of the way of the next volley of arrows, but got raked in the back by Allie’s claws. But she now had an unobstructed line between her and Talia. She activated multiple dash abilities all at once to cover the distance between her and Talia in the blink of an eye. She activated an hour-long cooldown special attack that caused her entire sword to glow with crackling pink energy. “BAAAAA!” Even with four different movement abilities stacked together to cross the room, Aubrey nearly missed her swing, but it did land. Talia’s statue crumpled to dust as it was sent flying against a wall with a massive impact.

She took another arrow to the back. She immediately noticed a difference. Allie and Isabella became far more aggressive, but she could follow their movements. In fact, they seemed slightly sluggish, but had more weight behind them. Aubrey figured that was because they were stone statues. Aubrey was still hard-pressed, but thanks to having her hair act as multiple appendages to intercept arrows and try to grab at Isabella, she was able to hold her own while she healed part of the damage she had taken. A lucky grab of Isabella’s wrist allowed Aubrey to land several consecutive blows, bringing her enemies down to two. She ignored Allie and went for Flora. She didn’t care about the blows she was taking to her back so long as she could finish off the Flora statue. Which she soon did. She immediately went on the defensive again. God, it’s hard to concentrate. Got to keep singing. Aubrey’s vision was swimming from the pleasure she felt, but the longer she stalled, the better she felt. Once she was back up to half her HP, she went on the offensive again, and thanks to her extended reach, was able to deal with the final statute.

Aubrey panted with exhaustion as she collapsed on the floor and lay on her back. She continued to hum, letting the soothing magic rejuvenate her. It took a solid ten minutes before she was back to full from the humming. She knew if she actually bleated out the words, it would be more effective, but she was so tired. Well fuck. Talia has to be dealt with first. Good to know, I guess. None of them seemed to use special abilities, except for Talia. Though I’m guessing that what she was doing was her primary spell as a support. Isabella was also fast and evasive as hell. I would have definitely been screwed against the four of them for real.

Aubrey saw an illusion of Merida made of fire. Merida said, “Hey, are ye guid? We saw the hale thing, frae yer perspective.”

“Baaa.” Aubrey gave a thumbs up but didn’t move to stand.

“Flora wuid like tae ken if ye ken whit wis happenin’ because it wis hard tae follow for the first hauf o’ the fecht.”

Aubrey used the ring. “Flora, Talia is a time witch. She has to go down first every time. If the real her has any offensive spells, we should not engage her in solo combat. I’m going to sit here for another fifty minutes to let my abilities come off cooldown and to top up my mana and HP. Sorry, but I hope you understand.”

“I do. I’m going to go back to the tribes to see if I can get anything productive done while we wait. If you get incapacitated, Hilde is going to try to get to you fast. She has a resurrection vial.”

Aubrey gave Merida a thumbs-up and took a break. Nearly an hour later, Aubrey stood and proceeded to the next room. As she finished walking down a corridor, she read a sign on the door to the next room. ‘Prove your strength or the strength of your gluttony. Defeat the creature beyond this door. Each additional blow you strike shall cost you.’ Huh… I guess big attacks then? No half measures, glad I waited for my abilities to come off cooldown.

Aubrey walked through the door and saw a large yellow sponge with two legs and arms, and square pants. From its mouth came a laugh that creeped Aubrey out because of how off it sounded. It moved incredibly slowly towards Aubrey. Aubrey circled the sponge. She realized that there was absolutely no way this sponge would catch her with how slow it moved. The room was circular, and the walls curved inward to create a high dome ceiling. The room was mostly barren except for the door she came in from, another to leave, and what appeared to be a bar on one side. This can’t just be hit with a stick as hard as you can, can it? I guess it was made by a bunch of musclebound orcs. They aren’t known for being overly creative.

Aubrey waited on one side of the room until the colossal sponge was nearly on top of her. She then hurried to the other side of the room. She got into a charging position. Then repeated the maneuver she used to get rid of Talia’s statue, except this time she didn’t just hit with the tip of her blade. Instead, she cleaved the sponge in two. Each half fell to the side. Aubrey thought she was done. When she went to the door to leave, though it wouldn’t budge. Instead, she saw a single tally mark and 68% displayed on the door. Aubrey turned around and was surprised to see two sponges moving around, each with their own hands and feet, but both were moving twice as fast as before, both laughing, a slightly higher pitched laugh than before. Fast enough that Aubrey had to move quickly, or the closest one would be able to grab her.

Well shit. They split. That wasn’t even a third of its HP either. Aubrey thought over the problem. I wonder if piercing or bludgeoning attacks might be a better choice. Maybe Mary would have a suggestion. “Hey, Mary, I’m fighting a colossal SpongeBob. He split in half when I cut him. I need to limit the number of strikes on him. Suggestions?”

“Umm… well, piercing or bludgeoning attacks will either be a better choice and not cause the splitting, or possibly be nearly ineffective. Sponges already have holes, and they should be rather squishable if wet. Be careful about being overwhelmed.”

Nice to hear your own thoughts told to you by someone else. I can’t just keep waiting for the cooldown to end. And Mary’s right, if I split either of them again, I’ll probably need to be moving continuously, if not needing to jog to keep away from these.

Aubrey spent a minute devising a plan and decided to test out two things at once. The sponges were still large but significantly smaller in height than before. It took a little bit of work, but she got the two sponges lined up with one another, not far from a wall. It was enough time for two of her dashes to come off cooldown. She combined them with a headbutt attack, her horns momentarily glowing pink. She hit the first sponge into the second one and both into the wall. After making sure that the sponges didn’t split no matter what, they didn’t, she moved to the door to check her progress. Two tally marks and 64%. Well, good news, bad news, I guess. It’s only one strike, even if I get both of them, but bludgeoning isn’t very useful. If I stab, I worry it will be just as ineffective, and it might even make a tiny sponge that is super fast. Nothing for it but to kill it as fast as I can. I’m not using any once per day abilities for this.

So Aubrey went back to the sponges, which were luckily still practically on top of each other. She started with a powerful horizontal swing, cutting them in two, following it up quickly with a downward swing before the pieces could hit the ground, splitting them once again. She watched as each one sprouted arms, legs, and a mouth. The laugh now far closer to the original resounded constantly throughout the room, and it was annoying Aubrey to no end. The sponges were now quite quick. She had to run to outpace them. They also had zero self-preservation or combat awareness; they just ran at her arms out, trying to grab at her. She didn’t want to know what they would do if they caught her, though she did notice that there was a clearish white substance left on the ground where the cut sponges had fallen.

Knowing that the next attack would be the last one, she could actually take the time to set up. She wanted to make sure to get as many as she could. She managed to get four in one strike, and just as before, her sword went through them easily. From there, she just swung her sword, cleaving through sponges as fast as she could, lining up her swings to hit as many as she could, but they were getting faster and smaller. Soon, there were several around the size of her hand. These sponges managed to climb up her back, and she felt as they started rubbing themselves on her neck, and one tried to get into her armor. She felt a sticky, gross substance being left on her skin and felt the area become more sensitive. She used her hair to grab both of them and threw them to the ground, crushing them under her boots. She could smell it now. She knew what the substance was. Fuck you, Cassandra! Cum seriously! Aphrodisiac cum!? It took several more swings and using her hair to pry off the small ones, but she finally managed to bring the HP down to zero. When that happened, all the sponges at once froze up and keeled over with ‘X’s where eyes should be.

Time to go see my tally. She walked over to the door. It took her a second to count the tally marks, but it came out to 39, and 0% was displayed next to the tally. She tried to open the door, but found it still locked. She then noticed there was something below the percentage. 0/39. Zero of thirty-nine what? Aubrey looked around the room and noticed the bar. The shelves had been empty behind the bar before, but now they were full of bottles, and Freya stood behind the bar polishing a glass. She was still in an orc getup, but also her butler outfit. Freya glanced down at an empty stool and nodded her head towards it. Aubrey went over and took a seat. Aubrey signed, ‘I… guess… I… need… 39… drinks…?’

“Neat trick. And yes, that is accurate. A few rules. No vomiting. You must consume at least one drink every ten minutes. The ten minutes reset when you finish a drink.”

Aubrey just decided to use the ring for now. “What are my options, and what is the least gross one?”

Freya stifled a laugh. She handed Aubrey a menu. “As for the least gross, for you, I would either go with the Cotton Candy Sugar Bomb or the Pink Dream. As both are pink drinks.”

Aubrey looked over the menu and was not pleased to see that essentially all contained **** and most either contained an aphrodisiac or Mark’s cum in various flavours. However that works? She looked at the two drinks Freya recommended. Great cum and aphrodisiacs, in both. They are pink, so they will probably be more palatable than the others. Hey… wait a second, what is this?

Aubrey slapped the menu down on the counter, “Baaa ba baaa?” Aubrey questioned with a tilt of her head.

Freya looked at the drink. “That is Dragon’s Breath. I can’t actually recommend that one. I assume you’re asking about that one since it doesn’t contain an aphrodisiac or Mark’s cum?” Aubrey nodded. “Dragon’s Breath is distilled to 198 proof and then magically fortified to 999 proof. Before you go and say that doesn’t make sense, I will remind you, it’s magically fortified.”

Right, I have to consider how plastered I’ll be after all this, too. ‘What… has… least… ****… ?’

Freya flipped the menu over and pointed at the last option called ‘Straight From The Tap’. It had no description. Aubrey looked at Freya for more information. “It is exactly as described. You will drink directly from the tap, so to speak. In this case, the tap is a replica of Mark’s penis. Every load you swallow will count as one drink, but you've got to get it yourself. ” Freya pointed to a dick shaped tap pointing upwards out of a keg at the end of the bar.

Okay, so I can use that option, but can I get it to cum once every ten minutes? Probably not. I suppose I can have a separate drink that I can set to the side to reset the timer.

‘Freya… can… I… have… more… than… one… at… a… time… ?’

“Yes, but you have to finish any drink you order.”

“Baaa.” Aubrey held up one finger for the Pink Dream and then pointed at Straight From The Tap.”

“Okay. Good luck, timer starts the second you take a sip or touch the tap. The timer is right over there.”

Aubrey nodded. She grabbed the Pink Dream, which she had to admit smelled amazing, and moved to the keg. She just stared at the tap for a solid minute. Just relax. It’s effectively a dildo. Plus, it isn’t like I’m never going to blow Mark. In fact, I’m probably going to do that fairly often, as normal sex will get me pregnant. Might as well get used to it.

Aubrey decided to start with the Pink Dream to help relax. She ordered a second one before she finished the first, so it would be ready when she needed it. The drink tasted like strawberries and champagne. Aubrey loved the feel of the bubbles in her mouth. Euphoric, this feels great. Feeling the warmth of the **** go through her and becoming mildly aroused from the drink, she gave herself a minute to enjoy the feeling. Then she reached out and grabbed the tap and found it extremely lifelike. It felt like real flesh instead of a hard dildo. She began licking it and found the tap grew in length. It tasted slightly salty. Not wanting to waste time, she took the fake dick into her mouth.

She found it rather difficult to take into her mouth, as it was rather thick and long once fully extended. As she bobbed her head up and down on the tap, she noticed Freya was staring at her. Aubrey blushed and slowed for a minute, but then closed her eyes and resumed focusing on her task. It took quite a bit of effort, and her jaw was sore, but after five minutes of sucking, the first load spurted into her mouth. She pulled off the tap and found the flavor in her mouth to be rather pleasant. Huh. It tastes like whipped cream straight from the can. I guess if it is Mark’s cum it would be a pleasing taste now. Small mercies. Aubrey took a few minutes to let her jaw relax and idly hummed the healing hymn to help recover, and she hoped to remove some of the **** from her system, but she wasn’t sure if that would work. Not seeing anything better to do while waiting, she turned to Freya.

Aubrey signed, ‘Do… you… have… to… stare… ?’

Freya nodded. “Stare, no. I do have to watch, though. I apologize if that makes you uncomfortable.”

Aubrey bobbed her head to indicate she understood and didn’t hold it against Freya. ‘Are… you… sad… was… Hilde… not… you… ?’

“One moment.” Freya waved her hand towards Aubrey. “The others won’t hear my responses now. Since I know Hilde is watching, even if she can’t see your hair. To answer your question, maybe a little disappointed. It might be better this way, though. Hilde seems to be happily throwing herself into this and Mary. She doesn’t view Mary as secondary to saving Astrid. I’m not sure I would.”

Aubrey started to sip on her second Pink Dream. ‘How… mad… at… Mary… are… you?’

“I assume you are referring to her decision to charm me?” Aubrey nodded. Freya gave Aubrey a smile like a cat having caught a mouse. “You don’t need to worry about me doing something… untoward.”

Aubrey gave her a look that said she didn’t believe Freya.

“Seriously, I know why she did it. You are all in a challenge. I was an obstacle in the challenge. I might not show mercy, and I might be slightly overzealous to get her back for that, but only if my role calls for it. She should really be more concerned once the challenge ends. Taking action against her now would simply harm my sister.”

‘So… pissed… ?’

“Yes. How are you handling things?”

Aubrey shrugged, genuinely not sure. She finished her second drink and looked at the tap. Not yet. Aubrey asked for a Cotton Candy Sugar Bomb. Freya mixed the drink and poured it into a martini glass, and topped it with actual cotton candy. Aubrey watched as it dissolved into the drink. ‘I… am… unsure… how… to… approach… things… with… Mary.’

Freya seemed to think about what Aubrey said, but didn’t say anything back to her. Aubrey drank the sugar bomb and found it was far less alcoholic, but she felt like she needed to masturbate. She also noticed her breasts had swelled another cup size. Aubrey looked at the tap and then at Freya, slightly embarrassed. Freya said, “Aubrey, I’ve seen much worse during my time here. You sucking on the tap or masturbating in front of me won’t make me uncomfortable. Just do what you need to do.”

Aubrey nodded but repositioned herself so Freya wasn’t in her line of sight when she started back in on the tap. Aubrey couldn’t help but imagine it was actually Mark’s penis, and she started to touch herself. It took a little, but she got the tap and herself off. Weird, why is it licorice flavored this time? ‘Freya… why… fla… taste… diff… not… same…’ Aubrey signed, clearly having some trouble with the words as the **** was affecting her.

“You mean the tap?” Aubrey nodded as she put her head down, resting them on her arms on the counter. “Well, it is Mark’s cum, so it is affected by his TF that makes the taste to your liking.” Aubrey waited for the timer to get low before slamming another ‘Pink Dream’. Aubrey started baaing the lyrics to the hymn, hoping that it might have a stronger effect. Aubrey did feel the mana get spent when she completed the song, but only felt mildly better. Probably can only get rid of the end effect of the ****, not the **** in my system. Got to pace myself.

Aubrey spent the next five hours alternating between the three drinks. She nearly missed finishing a drink in time, around the four-hour mark, as she had passed out for a few minutes from climaxing. So horny… miss Mary… want cuddles. Mary pretty… Freya pretty… Chloe pretty… so many pretties… Aubrey reached out to stroke Freya’s cheek affectionately with her hair, but when Freya gently pushed it away, Aubrey didn’t keep trying. Aubrey looked at Freya, “Baa, baaa?” Aubrey bleated questioningly, while shaking her most recent glass.

“How many more?”

“Baa!”

“You have five more you need to finish. I must say I’m rather impressed, Chloe had far less than you the first round and was smashed. Honestly, I’m surprised you aren’t **** already.”

“Baaaaa baaaa baa baaa.” Aubrey started singing and laughed.

“Yes, I noticed you have been humming that tune or singing it several times, and your hair glowed when you did. I take that is how your healing works?”

“Baaa.” Aubrey nodded.

“Still, I’m surprised.” Freya slid another Pink Dream to Aubrey.

She sipped on it a little but didn’t finish it. Instead, she went back to blowing the tap. Aubrey was glad that the **** was numbing the pain of her jaw, as even with the healing, her jaw was sore from giving fifteen blowjobs so far. She was glad she got another load, chocolate this time, from the tap, just a minute before the time hit zero. She had figured out the timing to give her the greatest chance to recover between drinks, but wasn’t sure she would make it.

Aubrey signed, ‘Can… I… pass… out… ? or… will… fail… ?’

“Passing out isn’t prohibited, but if you vomit before leaving the room, you fail.”

Aubrey considered that. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open. She requested three more Pink Dreams and slammed the one she had. Aubrey just tossed them back as Freya handed them to her. Then lay her head down for a nap.

Aubrey wasn’t sure how long she was out, but Freya was prodding her. “Aubrey. You need to get moving.”

“Baaa?”

“Can you stand?”

“Baa.” Aubrey stood but was a little wobbly. Aubrey headed towards the door. Why do I have to go? Right… the idol. Aubrey walked through the door that had her tally marks, and it showed she was finished. She walked through to find a chamber much like the one in the Eros Dungeon. There was the idol.

Not thinking about anything like a trap, Aubrey walked up and grabbed the idol, putting it in her bag. She did notice that the idol looked vaguely like Hilde. The pedestal this time turned into a chalice, which Aubrey caught before it clattered to the floor. I did it! Aubrey lay down on the dais, sprawled on her back. Aubrey just hummed for the next thirty minutes, letting at least some of the intoxication fade. She was still woozy, but stood and went through the newly opened door, labeled Trial of the Warchief.

Aubrey was confused to find Slevia sitting on a throne. The same Slevia she had fought in one-on-one combat the day before. Slevia spoke, “You know, there was a betting pool about whether you would come in here, given your current state.” Slevia picked up her axe and walked down from the throne.

“Baaaaaaa…” Aubrey groaned.

“Plenty of people have tried this trial. None has succeeded since I have. Not that I truly completed the trial, mind you. I sort of broke it. I was supposed to put on that crown there.” Slevia pointed to a crown near the throne. “I refused to take it. I’m not interested in being warchief, but I refuse to follow weaklings, cowards, or incompetent people.” Slevia hefted her axe over her shoulder. “I hope you are prepared.”

Aubrey sheathed her sword. “Ba.” ‘I… give… not… able… too… wobbly…’

“You won’t even try?” Slevia questioned.

‘Was… will… to… see… trial… I… know… end… you… win… now… not… always…’ Aubrey swayed and fell backward on her ass.

Slevia laughed. “Good.” Slevia went back to the throne, grabbed the crown, and threw it to Aubrey, letting it clatter on the ground at her feet.

Aubrey grabbed it and looked at Slevia, confused. ‘Why… ?’

“You already fought me; you aren’t weak. Don’t think you would have won, but I know I’m not the best at everything. I can follow someone weaker, just not someone weak. You showed bravery to do this alone, and even to step through to this trial. You were competent enough to overcome everything and smart enough not to throw yourself into a useless fight that you had no hope of victory. So take the crown or don’t, it’s up to you. Know that it has obligations that come with the power.”

Aubrey considered that. She wasn’t sure what to do. “Hey, Mary. Should I become Warchief? Slevia says it has obligations, not sure what. I’m not sure what to do.”

“Aubrey? Are you drunk? I’m not sure. Generally, in a game, I would always do that unless there was a clear other route to take. The benefits likely outweigh the obligations. Plus, it is likely worth quite a bit of challenge points.”

Well, if Mary thinks it’s a good idea. Aubrey put the crown on her head and stood up.

“Congrats, Warchief,” Slevia said, while walking to her. “Exit is this way.” Aubrey followed Slevia out of the dungeon. Aubrey was ready for a long nap.