How To Put On A Show

Andromeda

Andromeda wants to get a few things done before the big show, mostly more arcana training. The thing she lacks is knowledge about potential targets, so she is in the library, under Alex’s guidance. The pseudo-librarian pulls texts out and helps with cross-references.

Andromeda: -20 BP

Enhance Ability is a powerful spell and she is glad she picked it up. She is reading and absorbing the disparate pieces of information much more easily than she expected. Andromeda memorizes patterns and notes trends. By the time the others are done with lunch, she feels like she mastered the material.

This is definitely a spell I should keep on hand during training days.

The arcanist android exits the library just in time to run into Tegan, Gaia, and Mona. Mona looks quite excited. She doesn’t know what the surprise is, so, she asks, “Will you tell me what we’re doing before I go do gym stuff?”

Andromeda looks to the other two. Tegan is blushing furiously, tail whipping murderously behind her. Gaia shrugs.

“Tegan and I are about to have a little contest to entertain the crowd. You are to be our judge of honor.”

Tegan turns even redder faced. Mona turns even more excited, “Ooooh, a contest? I didn’t know that Tegan played Leylines! You are going to have to teach me the game sometime.”

Andromeda sticks that nugget of a date idea in the back of her head as Tegan stammers, “Not... not that... kind of a con...test.”

They are soon out of the Hotel, out of the castle, and into the park just outside it. They see the stage set up, the crowd standing before it.

Andromeda asks, “May I request a quest? One that says that I will win this afternoon?”

Tegan snarls a little. Mona politely shakes her head, “Nope. If I am to be the judge, I need to be as impartial as possible. Whatever it is, judging is going to be hard enough without knowing that one of you has a prize on the line.”

“That is fair. I was trying to maximize resources.”

Tegan mutters in a language Andromeda doesn’t understand. Gaia chuckles at whatever Tegan said, mussing with the fox-girl’s hair.

Tina, bouncing around on stage, warming up the crowd with some illusions, is enjoying the spectacle she is making. The stage itself looks... interesting. The raised platform is normal enough, with purple stage curtains serving as a backdrop. Hovering over the corners of said backdrop are two giant screens, currently displaying the bonny-bunny and her magical antics. It looks like the group has been noticed, as bunny-girls start wheeling out two boxes onto the stage.

It takes a few more beats for the buxom blonde to notice. When she does, she shifts over to serving as an emcee, “Thank you, my precious little cuties. And our main event has arrived! Ladies and miscellaneous, may I present to you some of the cast of Harem Hotel: Woo the Girl, Save the World!”

Both Tegan and Andromeda are a little nervous as they walk up into the stage; they know what they are here to do. Mona, on the other hand, is eating up the attention, waving and cheering at the crowd. Gaia slinks backstage; the way she has been rubbing her thighs together indicates that the temporary quail-girl is planning on some self-pleasure during the show.

Tina beams as she continues, “So, without further ado, time for the main event! Andromeda and Tegan here have both practiced an important hoppalong tradition this week and would love to show off what they learned. I present to you, the bunny-bounce!”

The boxes open up to reveal a torso dildo, pre-lubed and waiting, for each of them. Andromeda approaches one; the arcanist android is nervous. She wasn’t expecting a crowd THIS big when she asked for a little Tina promotion. She closes her eyes, pulls her clothes into her inventory, and gets into position.

Andromeda: +8 XP (Full Frontal Nudity for Mistress)

She hears Tegan grumble, “Don’t look, Mona!” The notification ding must have come in, as Tegan snarls a little louder, “Why does my fiancée have to be such a pervert?”

Tegan: +2 XP (Present Crotch to Mistress)

Mona giggles. Tina giggles, too, then responds, “Now, audience, we’ll want you to clap super hard for the girl that does it better when they’re done, so pay attention! And... begin!”

Andromeda steels herself long enough to cast Enhance Ability again. Between her residual embarrassment and her lack of stage presence, she needs the charisma boost to sell her efforts. She feels the magic take effect and starts to ride the provided dildo. It slides in so easily. It fills her so completely.

Tegan is... having a hard time with it, from what Andromeda can observe in her periphery. The fox-girl must have a fetish about being seen, as she is blushing and panting like she is almost ready to cum way too quickly.

Andromeda is not faring that much better. Her sensitivity kicked up a notch with scribing her second level spell overnight. The dildo feels so much better than it would have yesterday. Still, her body is made for this; she can resist the urge to cum. No matter how perfectly the dildo rubs against her docking bay.

The loud “YIP!!!!!!” erupting from Tegan catches her attention. She turns her head to see the angry archer already oozing cum and out of it. Mona is drooling, stroking Tegan’s hair, cooing, “My sexy fox-waifu fiancée did so good!”

Gaia: +50 BP (Weekly Task Complete! Tegan Bunny Bounced for Mona)

Tegan: +4 XP (Masturbate for Mistress)

Tegan: +2 XP (Masturbate for Another Contestant [Andromeda])

Tegan: +20 BP (Bunny Bounce in Public for Mistress)

Andromeda then starts to pay more attention to what she’s doing. The way her body undulates is attracting the audience’s attention. She works it, a little more awkwardly than what she’d like, but well enough. The sensations are nearly overpowering, but she can...

“Wow, Andromeda, you look sooooo hawt like that!”

And the world turns off for what feels like a few seconds. When Andromeda returns to reality, she feels Mona stroking her hair, “You did so well too, my sexy robot girl!” The praise feels nice. Andromeda feels sticky.

Andromeda: +4 XP (Masturbate for Mistress)

Andromeda: +2 XP (Masturbate for Another Contestant [Gaia])

Andromeda: +20 BP (Bunny Bounce in Public for Mistress)

Tessa: +50 BP (Weekly Task Complete! Andromeda Bunny Bounced for Mona)

Tina gathers the two competitors together, on either side of Mona. The Mistress is blushing, drooling, holding onto both of them by the waist. Tegan has her tail wrapped around her waist to hide her crotch with her fur. Andromeda tries to hide, too, but she lacks a floofy fox tail to make it easy and she has more assets on display needing coverings. An arm across her nipples, another to bring her hand to cover her crotch.

“Wow, wasn’t that exciting, folks!” Tina declares. “Now, dear Mistress, who won in your eyes?”

“They both did so good, can I say that it was a tie?”

“Awww, not picking favorites, Mona? That’s sweet! Well, we’ll let the audience decide. Ladies and miscellaneous, who thinks Tegan won?”

A smattering of applause. The vicious vixen mumbles, “At least I got enough applause to get that perverted weekly done.”

Tegan: +50 BP (Weekly Task Complete! 10 Person Standing Ovation for a Bunny Bounce)

“And who,” Tina asks, hip jutted just so, “thinks Andromeda won?”

The applause is louder, but not dramatically so. Still, her competitive urge has been satisfied for today, at least. I can do better, once I get used to such things.

Andomeda: +50 BP (Weekly Task Complete! 10 Person Standing Ovation for a Bunny Bounce)

“I think the audience has declared a winner! Hmm... what should Andromeda get?”

The crowd shouts out suggestions. Mona starts to blush at some of them. She is apparently not up to publicly eating out the arcanist android. Andromeda very strenuously agrees. She is definitely not up to having Tegan and Mona double team her with strap-ons either. Eventually, Tina talks the crowd into Andromeda getting a plushy of the bonny bunny. The hat on the plushy can generate a temporary egg vibrator a day. Andromeda holds the bunny-girl plush to her chest. “You really make magic egg vibrators?”

The bonny bunny smiles. “I mean, I can make a bunch of different temporary things from my hat, but I usually make an egg vibe when I need to get my last dozen or so orgasms for the day done.”

She uses a vibe to experience her last dozen orgasms for the day?

While Tina does an impromptu meet and greet thing with Mona, the competitors both retreat to the backstage area. Andromeda is glad to have a little semi-privacy to get dressed. Tegan throws on her clothes and runs back to the Hotel, thoroughly embarrassed by the experience. Andromeda dresses more slowly.

“I guess I should go check on her,” Gaia notes, starting to turn away.

“We both should,” Andromeda notes, “I know it was for the best, but we both pushed her into this. We should both try to help her feel better.”

And so, both of them head off to find the abashed archer.

Kevin

Well, the morning was interesting, but now it’s time to spend some time on some real training.

Kevin booked another combat training session while eating lunch. He knows that Andromeda and the others are going to go do their weeklies, but watching it is not something Kevin wants to do. He wished them well then headed out to the practice yard.

Kevin: -20 BP

Nyadia is waiting, as are the twins, rapiers on their hips and clad in their maid outfits. Winter skips over and kisses Kevin’s cheek, greeting, “Afternoon, my sexy bull. Ready?”

Summer coos, “Aww, you two are so cute together!”

“Okay, kids, give Kevin some space. We have to do the boring stuff first.”

And the first part of heavy armor training is boring. Learning parts and how to put them on effectively. Kevin will not have a squire to assist him placing the armor pieces on; he’ll need to be able to get it on quick and tight. A metal gorget around his neck. Spaulders over the shoulder. Splint mail rerebraces and vambraces over his arms. Gauntlets over his hands. More splint mail on his legs: cuisses and poleyns and greaves and sabatons. All in all, 40 pounds of metal and leather and padding. His torso is still unprotected, as he’ll need to be exposed to use magic.

Nyadia then hands him a kite shield and sword. He goes through the same warmups he did before. It is another adjustment. He is moving slower and much, much louder. The thin plates of metal rattle and clang on each other as he moves.

“What is the point of all of this?” Kevin says, panting. This is a lot more work than I expected.

“The point of armor is to protect you. The knights of your world, riding a horse, were the tanks of their age. A regular soldier would see the man in that armor baring down on him and panic. Their weapons require precise aim to get past the armor and strike a blow. Ready to see it in action?”

Kevin, still a little tired but determined to see this through, nods.

“Kevin, try your best to avoid getting hit. Shield and longsword deflections are fine. Hitting back or spells are not. Okay, kids, let him have it.”

Oh, this is going to be different from last time. For one, the twins swapped to their own armor. Summer’s armor covers just her arms, legs, and shoulders like his, but he barely pays attention to it. He has a more tantalizing view. Winter looks so hot, clad in extremely daring dark tight leather. The leather goes up the maid’s arms, connecting over the shoulders and riding up the neck. The boots go up to mid-thigh. Everything else is bare. Completely bare. When Kevin stares at the space where Winter’s legs meet, the maid coos, “Eyes up here, my sexy bull.”

Then, Kevin begins to glow in eerie green light. Shit. Faerie Fire. When did Winter...?

Kevin barely gets into a defensive position before Winter strikes. The drow is fast. Kevin struggles to get his shield in position and the burst of arousal Kevin takes as the blade presses into his stomach nearly makes him cum right on the spot.

“And that, Kevin, is the difficulty of being a paladin in a world where magic requires nudity. Winter could wear torso armor if Winter wanted to give up some innate spellcasting. You, as a paladin, can’t. Use your shield and blade to protect the exposed bits. Try again.”

Winter withdraws, then aims toward Kevin’s sternum. That hit was deflected easily enough. The second gut thrust came slow enough that Kevin could mitigate some of the pain with another bat of his shield. Winter’s final strike is aimed at Kevin’s right thigh. Too far away to use the shield, too well aimed to be deflected by his blade. But, the drow’s blade is blunted by the leg plates. Oh. I get why you want good armor now. Still hurts.

Winter salutes, then nuzzles into Kevin’s chest. Kevin distinctly feels Winter press the maid’s pelvis into the hu-cow’s thigh. “I didn’t hurt my sexy bull too badly?”

“Yes? That first hit hurt.”

Nyadia uses her Lay on Hands to pump Kevin full of HP as the Faerie Fire fades. “Both Summer and Winter are very, very good at the first round strike, just like their mother. Ready for Summer’s version?”

Not really. Kevin still assumes a defensive position. He’s glowing again, but it’s not Faerie Fire. Kevin’s defenses are much better this time. The first strike from Winter’s sister was knocked aside, mostly harmlessly gliding between two arm plates. Mostly. She pulls back and thrusts a second strike. Right nipple pierced. Ow. Fuck. Why do people keep going for my nipple?

The other thrusts were not so bad. A thrust towards his spleen easily batted away with his shield. One towards his hip knocked down with his blade towards his thigh plates. The last one found a gap in his left thigh plates; it hurt, but not very much.

Summer winks and says, “Not bad, Kevin. Treat my twin right.”

“I’ll try.” Especially after what Tyalangan said to me this morning.

“You better.”

Kevin looks towards Winter, who, unfortunately, is back in the maid’s uniform. Winter sees the look of disappointment and smirks. Yup. Winter is trouble. And I’m okay with it.

Nyadia makes Kevin summarize the practicalities as he learns how to take everything off. Armor makes sense. By the end, he was moving pretty well with a “full set” of splint mail on. He feels pretty good about it.

Kevin: Success – Heavy Armor Training

Kevin: +6 XP, Heavy Armor proficiency (Training Session)

He feels Winter wrap arms around his big bicep. “So, my sexy bull, shall I join you for dinner?”

“Does Summer want to join us?”

Summer is already walking towards the Hotel, back in her maid’s uniform. Winter wryly replies, “Nah. Do we really need an escort for a little impromptu dinner date?”

Kevin shrugs. “I suppose not.”

“Well, come on. I bet Mama Skye will make us something special.”