Indigo Date 2, Part 1: Portal Pictures

Harper

Harper and Skye are standing in front of the gallery room door with a couple of minutes to spare. And Indigo is not exactly pleased. “Look, veijito, this is supposed to be a date. You know, just you and me? Or are you as dumb as you are old?”

Indigo: -2 VP (Insulting the Mistress)

“Look, Skye and I can just go back upstairs until you’re **** to join us. I’m sure you would really appreciate us ignoring all the work you put into this gallery date thing, right?”

The pervy fox-girl scowls, then hisses, “Fine. Whatever. Come in.”

The three of them enter the art gallery. Harper notices Indigo wince in pain as they got close enough. Not a great way to start this date, being reminding about that transformation. The inside looks pretty normal for an art gallery, as far as Harper can tell. Works of art hung on stark white walls, some randomly arranged in the middle to add more pieces to the room. Indigo stands besides a small snack table. She greets, “Welcome to my art gallery. I’m premiering a piece I painted especially for you tonight, veijito. Here are some snacks from the Kang-oos if you get peckish. Enjoy.”

Indigo: -2 VP (Insulting the Mistress)

So, Harper does what she would normally do in such a situation. Start at one corner and work her way through the pieces. The first piece is rather pedestrian, as far as she can tell, like Thomas Kinkade went through a beach-house phase. Harper reads the blurb, noting the painter. Emilio Rodriguez. One of Indigo’s relations, maybe?

That theory becomes more apparent as the next several paintings, all nice but not exciting, are by the same painter. “<My love,>” Skye asks, “<Why does this place smell like one of the male supervision pens back home?>”

Now that Skye mentions it, the gallery does smell like stale sweat and semen in here. “<No idea. Give me some cover?>” Harper discreetly pulls out her spellbook and starts to ritually cast Detect Magic. Skye starts to quietly talk about the painting they are standing in front of. It feels like it took too long, but eventually the spell washes over Harper and she is nearly blinded by the magic permeating the room. It’s like the air is saturated with conjuration magic. And it seems to be concentrated towards the far corner of the room.

“<Hazarding a guess, but Indigo may be pulling a ‘portal picture’ video game trope here.>”

“<How badly are you going to tease me about not knowing what any of that means, love?>”

Harper kisses her drow on the forehead. “<None, assuming you don’t tease me for not knowing the finer points of vine tending.>”

“What do you think about this picture? It certainly feels angrier than the other’s so far.”

Probably shouldn’t call them pictures. There is definitely some rage against authority here. Granted, Castro was an asshole, but still. Azul Rodriguez. Naming convention for siblings? “It’s different, that’s for sure. Still not something that speaks to me.”

“Well, maybe we should ask Indigo about where her painting would be?”

Daphne

“Well, when you end up like that, either your meeting went really well or kind of poorly.” Daphne quips as she sees Dinah struggling with her bonds on the bed. The **** stare Dinah gives her in response answers the unasked question. The ropework is exquisite; it’s almost a shame to undo all of them. Still, Daphne eventually frees the de-aged doctor.

Once Dinah has been ungaged, she sardonically asks, “If that was kind of poorly, how does a very poor meeting with a producer end?”

“Infinite pit of flaming snakes is the usual eternal ****. Not sure if that’s exactly the one our producer would pick.”

Daphne shudders thinking how dry falling forever while being bit by venomous snakes on fire would feel. From what she can see, Dinah does some similar thinking, concluding by complaining, “And you thought I could do something to convince that to help?”

“Well, she did fix your first transformation. And restore my frenzy’s lost children. Our producer isn’t a heartless monster like a lot of them are. I guess you pushed her too far?”

“I pushed her too far? She was being unreasonable?”

“What she say?”

“Blah, blah, blah, I’ve done a bunch already, blah, blah, blah, Interdimensional breaches, blah, blah, blah, Reinforced the non-sexy **** rule, blah, blah, blah, I’m ungrateful and done nothing to help, blah, blah, blah.”

“You ask about what happens if Indi somehow pulls the fight off-set?”

The look Dinah gives says, ‘What?’ Then the rope used to tie up Dinah starts to move on it’s own. In perfect flowing cursive, it reads, ‘Arrangements have been made.’ The fish and the doctor stare at each other, then the rope, then back to each other.

“We probably should be on call. Just in case.”

Indigo

Indigo carefully closed and locked the door as soon as the veijito and Skye were busy looking at her papi’s art. Then she carefully snuck into the gallery work area, closing and locking that door behind her. As soon as she leaves the set, the only way for them to get out is through the painting and into her trap. She already made a hasty portal of cum for herself. It’s time to get powered up.

Walking into the portal, she stumbles into a dark room, only illuminated by dozen upon dozens of television screens. Not even turning around, Nogi addresses her, “Konbanwa, imouto-chan. I see you have made it here. I presume your date with destiny will be arriving shortly. I am quite busy reviewing my editing crew’s work on my season’s latest challenge, so I don’t have much time for you at the moment. Crawl under my desk and get to work. Once you are coated in my blessed seed, I’ll be able to turn that silly XP you got into real power. Get on with it.”

Ugh. This again. One last time. Then, when I’m the Mistress, I could get one of my sluts to beat off Nogi instead.

Indi crawls under the desk and starts to stroke the giant fox cock. “What was the challenge about? Might help me to hear how inadequate I am compared to them.”

Indi swears she hears him smirk over the gross squish sounds of her rubbing his dick. He starts to monologue, “Oh, it was a glorious challenge. I presented the contestants each with a Sybian featuring the Platonic ideal of their dick. They had to ride it; the male Matt McMattersons had to ride it with the dick up their ass, but the female ones had their choice of lower holes. Whoever orgasms the most from the dildo before the Sybian lost power wins. Funny enough, the best performance was a male Matt McMatterson would would’ve swore up and down that he wasn’t gay until he was on the show a couple of weeks. So many great money shots from that one. Probably helped that he had a ‘no refractory period’ transformation. Wanna see?”

Eww. Why would I want that? “No thank you, Nogi-sama.”

“Party pooper. Well, I really am quite busy, so let’s speed this up.” Nogi starts to stroke himself off. Indigo feels the cock twice the size of her start to pulse. The **** from the first rope of jizz knocks her into the back of the desk. Every blast is like taking a punch to the stomach. Over and over it just keeps going off. By the time the dick finally goes flaccid, Indigo is completely covered in sticky, slimy cum. She struggles to crawl out from underneath the desk. When she gets out, she sees herself in the reflection of one of the screens. She has a second tail. I have a second tail! Ooooh! So floofy! She is less excited by the giant purple fox cock embedded into the space between her boobs. It looks like I’m giving it a tit job. Gross.

“Satisfied? Don’t care. One of my staff will direct you to where your soon-to-be dead Master will appear. Kill him at your leisure. Run along now and stay out of my hotel. I’ll fetch you when destiny has been seized.”

Tina

“Whatcha doing, Josie?”

Josie has cordoned off a section of the cafeteria (which, to be fair, is way larger than what 7 people would need), and is doing science class things. She has a flask on the boil over one of those lab burner things and is measuring materials on a small scale. Several test tubes are filled and placed in a test tube holder thingy.

“Alchemy. I forgot how much I enjoyed doing actual chemistry. It sucks that there really isn’t any easy money in it. How was your trip?”

“Sucked soooo bad. The host is a bitch that **** her staff to have an orgy and I was the ‘pre-orgy’ entertainment. I feel like my performance was good, but the staff were completely non-responsive. And, because the staff was busy boning each other afterwards, I couldn’t really explore or find some fun. I was hoping to get all my posts from the trip, but I was only able to get one for my performance. This milkshake is good, though. Wanna sip?”

Tina: +10 BP

Tina offers her cup to Josie, who just shakes her head no. Shrugging, she slurps on the milkshake straw.

“Anything weird in it?”

“You’ll be proud of me! I actually asked before ordering. Perfectly normal milkshake except, uhhh, it’s made with hu-cow milk? I’m not quite sure what that means, but, if hu-cow milk tastes this good, I’m totally will want to have it on the regular.”

Scarlet wraps her arms around the bonny bunny and sardonically notes, “Hu-cow milk? If I had to guess... Mind if I try it?”

Tina offers her cup. Scarlet takes a sip, then sputters a little, “Could of warned me that it was cotton candy flavored. But, yup, once you get past that, it tastes like Dinah’s milk.”

Huh. Good to know.

“What have you made so far, Josie?” Scarlet asks.

“Oh, a couple of lesser healing potions so far. Got a lesser mana potion on the boil right now. This is mostly a test of the equipment with the starter supplies provided. I’ll need to get some better materials and some more potion storing glassware to really be able to make some good stuff. How was your shift?”

“Could’ve made more money, but pretty good, actually. Kicking a mermaid to the point of orgasm really helped the whole ‘treating my tits like a couple of stress balls’ problem. Is it weird how normal that whole transformation has become?”

Scarlet: +35 BP (Tips)

Scarlet: The Magic of Student Loans +1 Progress: 138/319 (Work/Study Girl)

“Soooo, can I film our threesome tonight again? Gotta make that content.”

A timer on Josie’s phone goes off and she carefully removes the flask using a weird wire squeezy thingy. She pours the flask contents into the final empty test tube, then washes the flask. She packs up everything but the test tube holder thingy (presumably to let the potions finish cooling) and plops the kit into her inventory.

“I’m up for some fun. Let’s have dinner, then figure out the details.”

Skye

Skye thinks they have finally found the painting Indigo made. It’s beautiful. She likes how warm and bright the painting looks. The pink trees are interesting. They kind of remind her of the trees on Mrs. Coppenhagen’s cherry orchard. She doesn’t exactly recognize the little white flowers. Maybe if I saw them in person, the Nature knowledge would help?

The foul male supervision pen smell is overpowering. It makes her want to vomit. Her wife rubs the small of her back, her eyes still glowing from the spell she cast.

“Skye, I’m going to do a quick walk-around the room. This is likely the trap, but I want to confirm before the spell drops. The concentration of the conjuration magic on this painting is extremely intense. Can you check the location app for where Indi is? I haven’t seen her since we started looking at the paintings.”

Skye moves away from the foul smelling painting as Harper jogs around the room. Checking the app, Skye is confused. When Harper returns, she summarizes the situation. “So, Indigo sealed us in this room. The two doors I saw have the same conjuration magic intensity that the painting has. I don’t have a spell to get us out. Daphne does, but I want to check with you before we get her involved. Where’s Indi?”

Skye flips her phone around, displaying the notification: “Indigo Rodriguez is not available.”

“So, she already escaped. Do we get Daphne to get us out of here and see what happens when the curfew hits? Do we walk into the trap to drag Indi back? What do you want us to do?”

“Pray.”

Skye’s voice is still too weak. Harper’s voice is still too low. When blended together, the song is better than the sum of it’s parts. Harper is very good at harmonizing, Skye supposes. As they finish their Evensong, Skye has her answer.

“Text Daphne and let her know the situation. Then, we go in. We save Indigo from herself.”

Behind the Scenes

“I don’t like this, Cass, not one bit.”

Three mermaids stand on the edge of a rice paddy. One very pokey, one very eely, and one very (sea)horsey.

Cassiopeia tries to assure her frenzy sister, “Hey, you’re pretty good with those javelins and you poisoned up the tips real good, right? And my current generating cells are extra juiced up. Any of those foxes come to bother us, we’ll be eating land meat tonight.”

Irene responds, “I’m less worried about that than I am about the circumstances. First, that fucking traitor Daphne warns us about that interdimensional breech we already tracked down and suspects it has something to do with that mega-bitch Indigo. Then, the producer calls us and has us prep an emergency on-location film crew. Now, we’ll sneakily following the Mistress and one of her sluts around on another season’s set. This just screams potential loss of life and/or job by being flung into some producer devised eternal torment.”

“Quiet, both of you! Get that shot of them walking in front of the setting red sun! Ooooh, so cinematic!” the third mermaid demands. Irene points the camera as directed. The three awkwardly shimmy in the rice paddy, too shallow to swim through yet too deep not the use.

“And Irene, direct the mike closer. We need to be able to hear them!”

“I’m trying Melpomene, but we didn’t have time to get the cloaking done right. You want the mic in the shot?”

“Ugh, amateurs.”

“Hey, I’m IT, not cinematography. That’s your job.”

“Well, I don’t touch the zappy things. I’m way too important to die due to zappy things.”

“Cass, hold the camera. Let’s see if I can hack my way into picking up the local set’s audio channels. The on-site equipment is always better than the portable things for on-location filming anyways. Give me a few minutes.”

Irene pulls out a laptop and gets to work trying to connect to the local network. She apparently does not notice Melpomene bursting into purple-black flames. Cassiopeia certainly notices, spear out, awkwardly balancing the camera and scanning for the source of the attack.

“The wi-fi password is NogitsuneHasTheBestCockEva123.”

“Thanks... Wait a sec...”

“You’re welcome. Now, let’s get you two where you’ll have the best vantage point. The fight should be starting soon.”

The three mermaids find themselves in a large cherry tree just behind the two they were filming. Melpomene, dying if not already dead, immediately falls out of said tree with a wet meaty thunk.