Josie Date 3, Part 1: Weigh-In

Josie

“C’mon, old lady! Let’s go!”

“Wait! Josie! Don’t I need to prepare? Get dressed? Something?”

Josie is certainly taking advantage of her new found levels and the orgy-powered super strength gained from last night. She crushed a 20 pound barbell plate this morning with her bare hands. It was rad! Harper is powerless to resist this. She has the old lady perched on her shoulder as if she’s a very light sack of potatoes. It’s actually kind of funny how she is squirming.

In the Green Room stands Prudence, all bound up like a BDSM gimp. Prudence hands Harper a bracelet with a tag of Nessa from Pokemon Spear and Buckler tied to it. Josie gets an anklet, made of plain rough looking iron. “Hello, ladies. Josie’s date is going to take some equipment. For you, Mistress, this bracelet will serve as a glamour, hiding your identity and forcing everyone to believe that you are ‘Generic Fish Girl.’ The glamour’s one weakness is that it will not work on sworn servants of Eilistraee. For you, Josie, this anklet will prevent magics from being used to read your statistics. These are necessary until the end of main date activity of which I have been asked not to ruin the surprise. I am sure you will figure out when that is.”

When Harper puts on the bracelet, she appears in a costume exactly like Nessa’s. Her face is hard to read. “Hey, Generic Fish Girl, want to fix the hair?”

Generic Fish Girl raises an eyebrow. Nessa’s voice speaks out, “So, Josie isn’t immune to the effect? Isn’t that going to make this whole date super awkward?”

Prudence answers, “Well, Josie, do you understand that Generic Fish Girl is Generic Fish Girl?”

Josie sighs. She got used to the obnoxious **** speech during the first week. The **** hearing is new, but not that much weirder. “I know Generic Fish Girl is who she is, even if I can’t say it. I hope there aren’t any other green haired Nessa cosplayers there, through. That would be awkward.”

Generic Fish Girl keeps that eyebrow raised, then her hair unbraids itself, then shapes into Nessa’s distinct bunned ponytail with almost a dutch braid. “So, this what you wanted, Josie?”

“Yup, Generic Fish Girl, you look like Nessa, but hotter and blue. Perfect cosplay.”

The glamoured mistress blushes as Prudence sighs, “You want to put on your anklet so the date can begin?”

Josie smirks, then bends down at the waist to give Generic Fish Girl a good look at her thong bikini clad ass. She attaches the anklet, wiggling her butt and tail the whole time. When she rises back up, she arches her back and gives Generic Fish Girl a wink.

“Your quests, ladies, and off you go. And try to have fun, okay?”

Of course I gonna have fun. I’m going to get to show Generic Fish Girl how much stronger I’ve gotten, win a trophy, and maybe get to make up enough VP to win this thing at the final buzzer! Yeah! Wait... why the fuck is the room so dark?

Josie feels around. She has a dark mask made of itchy burlap over her head. She tears it off to see that she is locked in a cage, barely big enough for a person. She growls. These weird lion guys walk up, punch her in the stomach, and stick the mask back on. She growls some more, “You bastards better let me out or so help me...”

Josie feels another blow, this time to the jaw. Her ears are ringing. Then she hears footsteps walking away.

“Shut up, ****,” a voice from beside her speaks in a hushed whisper, “Don’t give those slaver bastards any more. They are likely heading over to your slaver owner to get permission to punish you more severely. You want that? Keep acting like you are a person, deserving of respect. Even though it is right to have those expectations, these bastards don’t fucking care. Keep onto that anger, but channel it where you can. In the arena.”

Josie wants to argue back, but some cheesy theme song starts to play. An announcer begins, “Laaaaaadies and Gentlemen! Are you ready for another exciting bout of sexual combat to the **** at this, the 569th edition of The Ffau’r Llewod **** Tournament? I know I am! We have gathered 8 of the world’s most existent slaves to fight for your amusement. Let’s begin with the seeding!”

What the fuck did that bastard just say? I’m gonna **** that mermaid when I get back!

Daphne

“Are you sure none of you guys want to buy some stuff?”

Daphne listens to everyone basically say they either don’t have enough money to buy things or aren’t wanting anything at the moment, even when Daphne threw in some free mermaid sex to sweeten the pot. Daphne pouts behind her kiosk. At least I’ll buy some cool stuff. Let’s see...

As Daphne scrolls through her scroll stock, she half pays attention to what the others are doing. Sounds like the harem is planning on splitting into 2 competing groups for the final delve. It makes a bit of sense, given that the party size penalty will suck up a lot of XP if all 8 of them go as a big group. Oooh, Lightning Bolt! Mine!

They settle on Glitter and Honey to be “Team Captains”, letting Honey choose first.

“I choose Ms. Copse-Wood first.”

“Who?” Tina asks.

Aelene walks beside Honey, asking, “Why me?”

“I hope you will use your toy on my cloaca again. It was pleasant.”

“Mattie!” Glitter picks.

“Hell yeah, Sparkles. Sex buds!” Mattie goes up with a hand clap.

“I will select Ms. Smythe next.”

Scarlet walks beside Honey. “Are you picking people you want to have sex with, Honey?” Honey’s antennae twitch.

Daphne can hear Tina grumbling about she’s always picked last at team sports. Glitter hears it too. “Would picking Tina now be a nice thing for ME to do?”

Skye answers, “Yes, that would be a nice thing to do.”

“Okay, I pick Tina next!”

Tina beams, bounds over to Glitter and kisses her square on the lips. “Thanks, cutie!”

“I shall select Ms. Daphne for my last pick.”

“Oh, okay. Let me finish my purchases.” Oooh, Earthbind. That could be helpful. Daphne purchases the 2 scrolls and hops over the counter to join her girlfriend, Honey and Aelene.

Daphne: -250 BP

Skye walks over to Glitterdust and it looks like the teams are formed.

Harper

Harper found herself separated from Josie and sitting in a set of box seats in some kind of theatre. The lights were dim, the audience quiet. Harper has time to handle her leveling, still confused as to what is going on. Clicking into tactical mode shows that Josie is okay, but no details are provided. The anklet is messing with the signal? Then, a spotlight hits an emcee and Harper heard his intro. Harper groans into her elbow. Did that bastard just say this is The Ffau’r Llewod **** Tournament? Why did Josie agree to do this?

Harper strains her implanted memories and is not happy about the results. Ffau’r Llewod is on Gwlad y Bwystfilod, the other continent from Quendindor, where Nimlith Grove is found. Gwlad y Bwystfilod is known for two basic things: a robust system of “legal” slavery and the fact that the few remaining human cities are here, under near constant siege. Many of the dominant species on this continent are both monstrous and reasonably intelligent. Some even have cities.

Ffau’r Llewod is the capital of one such monstrous race, the ultraviolions. The fading human in Harper would find that name cheesy enough to be funny. Her elf-self knows that these demonic lion-folk are not a joke. The presenter is one such creature. Scrawny for an ultraviolion, if her implanted references are to be believed, he is only 7 feet tall. His mane glows with ultraviolet light, his skin charcoal grey, his cock erect and spined. Harper shudders at the sight.

The emcee kept up his spiel as Harper was thinking, so Harper is a little startled by a second spotlight lighting up a portion of the stage, where a large scale stands. A human male in a cage is wheeled out and positioned. The audience gasps.

“Our first combatant is owned by Bowser the Talking Dog from Tir Cŵn. Presenting to you all, Milton!”

The scale starts to calculate value, which makes Harper more than a little sick. It is taking every bit of restraint not to do something. Needing a better clue of what going on, Harper checks her quest. Harper’s Tournament Date Quest: Free Your Newest Girl’s People From Slavery. Reward: 2x XP multiplier for all girls on this date. Wait, Honey’s people aren’t here at home. There is something going on, something Josie obviously didn’t plan. Need to bide my time.

“Wow. 2.5 million gold. That’s likely to be the first seed!”

Milton is wheeled back. Another is wheeled out, an orc, giant throbbing cock between her giant pendulous breasts, and examined. Then a centaur, a minotaur, a hu-cow male, an elf, all male.

“Our last challenger is owned by Generic Fish Girl from Nimlith Grove. So nice for a new owner to bring some fresh meat to Ffau’r Llewod Colosseum. Presenting to you all, Josephine!”

Josie looks pissed. To be fair, she should be. She’s placed on the scale. The emcee chuckles as the scale starts to measure “her value.” As the numbers settle, it’s another hit to the gut (or would be, if it wasn’t for that anklet hiding Josie’s level from their system): 3 gold, 2 silver.

“How the fuck do you think I’m worth that little, glowy lion freak!”

“Not only is Josie here weak, she’s poorly trained! At least she’s hot, for a luchtoni.” The value actually ticks down again to 2 gold, 8 silver.

“Where’s Generic Fish Girl!”

“Your Mistress will be able to pick you up at the owner’s reception after the weigh in ceremony. Say bye to Josephine, everyone!”

Josie is wheeled back, growling and cursing all the while.

“Finally, our final combatant, our tournament champion. It is owned by Lord Wombat, leader of the ultraviolions. Presenting to you all, Nyadia!”

This Nyadia looks like she is perpetually pissed. A lazzorkat, which is a species Harper only read about in her implanted elf-self past. Her hair is neon blue with subtly darker blue stripes, glowing with iridescent blue light. Her ears twitch, always moving, always trying to find the next threat. Her eyes are angry looking cat slits. Her face in a perpetual scowl, crushing fangs bared. She’s built like a tank, dense muscle. The blue stripes continue, glowing, along her warm ivory skin. From her elbows and knees distal, her arms and legs are covered in fur (with the same coloration as her hair), ending in paws. Harper takes most of that in, then dwells on her 6 breast, 3 pairs, mostly hiding her abs. Okay, so that cat allergy transformation of mine is really acting up now. She’s really hot, in a “I want to crush you to **** between my thighs” way.

Nydia’s value is rated at 1.7 million gold, getting second place. She’s wheeled back.

The emcee continues, “And those are our contestants. A brief primer of the rules as the judges finalize the tournament seeding by value. This is a one-on-one fighting tournament, no holds barred. The owner of the ultimate winner gets the pot, which starts at the combined value of all of the contestants, which, for this edition, is approximately 5 million gold! There are 2 ways for a contestant to win the round: either the combatant kills the other or coerces the other to surrender. As per usual, outside of the final, wards in the arena will restore slain slaves to life at their owner’s wishes, for the cost of half of the ****’s value, paid by the owner. This money is added to the final pot. If a **** can **** the other to surrender, the surrendering ****’s ownership transfers to the winning ****’s owner, unless the original owner pays the winner’s owner a forfeit of equal value.”

Then, the tournament bracket is displayed. Looks like Josie is seeded as the 8th place position, fighting off against Milton. Josie will then need to fight either a minotaur or the orc. Nyadia is seeded in the 2nd place position, fighting the elf. She’d would then need to fight either the hu-cow or the centaur.

Harper absorbs all of this. Okay. So, Josie needs to use pack tactics again, preferably on that Nyadia girl, then we tear this place down, brick by brick. Harper’s thoughts are interrupted by a hoppalong, apologetically stating, “Mistress, let this one lead you to the reception, unless you would like to sate your lust on it. If you would follow this one.”

Honey

Honey has assembled her team in the recovery room and is pleased with the results. Her selections were not just based on her burgeoning sexual desire, of course. She understands that she is far behind the others as far as levels, so she needs to primarily serve as support. Ms. Copse-Wood and Ms. Smythe are both potent melee fighters that should be able to tank the foes easily enough and Ms. Daphne is the most competent caster for damage. Speaking of Ms. Daphne...

“Ms. Daphne, can you identify my new druidic focus, please?”

“Oh, sure, Honey, glad to help!”

As Ms. Daphne starts to ritually cast Identify, Honey and Ms. Copse-wood get debriefed on the last level by Ms. Smythe. The previous delve sounded like more of the tavern invasion, with a clear indication that the next fight is a continuation. Honey did not appreciate being suckered-punched to expiration.

“Got it, Honey. Oooh, this looks like fun, given last night.” Ms. Daphne informs the party of the plug’s effect, with a bit of a glee.

Cloaca Plug of Contamination (Level 1): Druidic Focus. The cloaca plug starts with [3] charges, regaining charges when it is used to bring herself to orgasm. When inserted, Honey can expend a charge to change the damage type of a spell cast using the focus to poison. The plug does grow in size every time she does so, shrinking back to its original size when used to bring herself to orgasm. Leveled items can be increased by meeting set conditions. To Level: Edge with the plug for 1 hour after draining all charges.

Honey is very appreciative of the effect, her antenna twitching. She will be manipulating herself with that plug after the delve. For now, she inserts it. It stretches her cloaca in a pleasant manner. The idea of it getting larger starts to get her mating pheromones flowing. She notices the others react to her pheromones. Honey tries to calm down for the sake of the task.

So, with a loose basis of a plan produced, Team Honey heads into the dungeon.

Josie

Josie’s cage is wheeled out and dumped into a small room. She sees the others. 6 guys, of various species (one green with boobs), and 1 sexy tiger lady with 3 pairs of tits. A lion-guy with glowy hair walks in with several bunny **** girls following behind.

“Slaves, you are to report to your owners and then do as you are commanded during the reception. If you cannot be on good behavior…” he pauses to stare directly at Josie, “your owner will be fined, which is added to the pot. Is that understood?”

The guys, weirdly enough, are much more agreeable than Josie and the tiger-girl. 6 nods in assent, 2 **** glares. The lion-guy cracks a whip.

“Is that understood, slaves?”

The tiger-girl snarls, but nods. “Fine,” Josie growls. I am so going to strangle Prudence and Calypso when I get back.

With that, a bunny-girl opens up Josie’s cage and starts to lead her to down a hallway. When Josie tries to talk to her, the bunny-girl just replies, “Please do not engage with this one, fellow ****. This one’s owner does not wish for this one to engage with a fellow **** outside of his gaze.”

So, when the door is opened and Generic Fish Girl is there, sitting in a small room with a couple of drinks on hand, Josie just starts to cry. Generic Fish Girl wraps her in her arms and just hold her. “The fuck, Generic Fish Girl! What the fuck did they put us into?”

Generic Fish Girl explains the situation. How the two of them were dropped into a fighting tournament hosted by a den of slavers. How Josie was seeded and what her matches were likely going to be. How they will get to exact justice once the tourney is over. Josie calms down, a little. She is able to check her quest, hoping that it’s something she can do. Josie’s Tournament Date Quest: Win the Tournament. Reward: An improvement to a Berserker feature and the tournament prize pot as seed money for your new life. Wait, what? “How much is the prize pool, Generic Fish Girl?”

“About 5 million gold, but will probably go up. Either you kill the opponent or they surrender. Killing them means the owner has to spend half of the value to add to the pot to bring the **** back to life, outside of the final. Your first opponent was valued at 2.5 million.”

“So, I kill the first round guy, the pot goes up to 6.25 million gold. Is a gold a lot of money, or a little?”

“1 gold is approximately the weekly wage of a low-skill laborer. So, about $600 in our old world’s money.”

Josie was about to whistle at her potential good fortune, only for a door to open. The tiger-lady from the cage room is standing there, snarling. Josie is about jump into action, only for Generic Fish Girl to hold her back.