Josie Date 3, Part 2: Reception

Tina

“Thank you for picking me, Glitter!”

Tina always hated team sports, because she was always picked last. The other kids would always complain that she was too flighty, too slow. Then, when puberty hit and they split the kids up into boys and girls gym classes, the jealous girls added that Tina’s boobs were too big. She started the whole “best in chest” thing so she had something to brag about.

Even if Glitterdust all but admitted that she picked Tina just to be nice, the fact that Glitter did pick Tina fills the bonny bunny with happiness. Tina nuzzles into the dragon-girl as Mattie tries to come up with a loose strategy.

“Ok, Sparkles, Tina, Mrs. Skye, we don’t know exactly what we are going to run into there, but we got a key weakness. No real front-line, no offense to Mrs. Skye. Soooo, how do 3 squishy casters and one melee girl that has a real problem dealing damage outside of Turn 1 make a front-line?”

“How about we don’t?” Glitter offers, “Just overpower them with so much damage that we win before we get all murdered?”

Tina is curious. “Ah, how?”

Mattie starts to check everyone’s stats on her phone. “Ok. So, we start with Tina casting invisibility on Mrs. Skye and me so we can scope out the baddies. We sneak, not engage, get a good view of the situation. Then, when we find the boss fight, Tina loads Mrs. Skye up with greater invisibility. She maximizes her turn 1 stab fest. Sparkles, you hold that Psychic Scream spell and cast it when Mrs. Skye starts stabbing. I do the same thing for Fireball, maybe? Tina would be too busy concentrating on greater invisibility to hold a sucker-punch nuke spell, but hopefully Sparkles stuns the room and then we get the baddies dead before they unstun.”

“I can make a dragon if we need a big tanky body, if it’ll fit in the room.”

“Oooh, I can make a big illusory dragon! Maybe they would get confused by 2 dragons?”

Mattie and Glitter laugh. I thought it was a good idea.

Skye at least tries to make Tina feel better, “Um, maybe, Tina? It could help. But I’m sure you have better spells to confuse them than that.”

“Whelp, I think we got a tentative strategy punched up. Let’s go execute.”

Nyadia

Nyadia has been ordered to “entertain” the other owners after Lord Wombat covered her face with his foul glowing semen. The other owners knew to not take things too far (though Nyadia is covered in the foul emissions of 7 different men at this point), but this new owner may not. This one is different. A woman? What kind of slaver is a woman?

“Good evening, mistress. This one has been ordered to ‘entertain’ you, courtesy of Lord Wombat, leader of the ultraviolions. What ‘entertainment’ do you wish for me to provide?”

The luchtoni **** is there, looking almost as angry as Nyadia feels. The mistress is holding it back. Why would the slaver not just punish the ****? Why protect it from the wrath of the slavers here?

The mistress answers with an odd request, “May I ask you some questions? I won’t do anything like what was done to you by the others, if I understand your appearance. Please, have a seat.”

The **** speaks next, as if it’s mouthiness is almost encouraged, “Hey, old lady, what are you up to? Isn’t she the enemy?” Confusing.

“Josie, the enemy is not Nyadia – am I pronouncing that right, by the way? – but the monsters that enslaved her. Like Beckie did to us.”

Why does this slaver care about my name? “You pronounced this one’s name correctly.”

“Thank you Nyadia,” the slaver continues, “Would you like me to remove the filth on you? I can magic it away. Are you **** to speak that way from magical compulsion, or it is a behavioral thing? If it’s a behavioral thing, please drop it and speak freely. I will not tell this Lord Wombat. Speaking of him, What can you tell me about these ultraviolions? My knowledge of this continent’s inhabitants are not as thorough as I’d like.”

What strange questions. Why does she care about my comfort? Asking about that slaver bastard makes some sense for a newcomer, but the rest? The slaver looks at her, appearing concerned. Nyadia finally answers with irritation, “What kind of trick are you attempting to pull?”

“No trick. Just want to help. My name is Harper. Can we be friends?”

Harper? She was introduced as Generic Fish Girl, which is a really stupid name, when I think about it. She looks down this Harper woman. The sea elf is quite attractive, if a tad cartoonish in her elven proportions. Her arms look strong. Nyadia does not recognize the picture on the T-shirt she is wearing. The sword at her hip, however, screams the blessing of the Argent Dancer. Nyadia considers her next move.

“Old lady,” the **** growls, “Did you just introduce yourself to the cat?”

“It’s fine, Josie,” the slaver replies, “So, Nyadia, about my questions?”

Nyadia growls herself, then chooses to trust this Harper enough to answer, “If you remove the filth from me, I will be beaten when I return to Lord Wombat. Speaking as if I was a third-person object is an expected behavior. If I am caught speaking as if I am a person, I will be beaten. The ultraviolions conquered my home and enslaved my people. They are monsters that need to be wiped off the face of Daear.”

The slaver looks contrite. “I’m sorry for your loss. I’m sorry for all of this. If you are willing, would you help me overthrow them? If things go the way I suspect, you and Josie will meet in the finals. Surrendering to us may look a bit... unorthodox, but I will take care of you in a manner you deserve.”

Nyadia risks a brief prayer, but not foolish enough to offer it in Elvish. “<Argent Dancer, is this the source of my vengeance? The promised one to free my people?>”

The luchtoni **** raises an eyebrow. The slaver looks pleasantly surprised, humming along with the tune of the prayer. Strange.

The door opens. One of the bunny-slaves is standing there, waiting for Nyadia to return. Nyadia stands and walks out, eyeing the slaver and **** being left behind. She finds them both strange and alluring. She keeps walking, prepared to suffer under the lash of Lord Wombat one more time. She awaits the answer from her Goddess; she hopes her vengeance has truly come.

Harper

“Well, that happened, Generic Fish Girl.”

Harper shakes her head. “What she pray for, Josie?”

“Yada, yada, yada, are you to source of her vengeance.”

Harper briefly mulls over the idea. A hoppalong appears at the door, looking terrified, “Lord Wombat wishes to meet you, Mistress. If you will come with this one, you will join Lord Wombat at his glorious table.”

Harper then looks at Josie, interested if she wants to meet the enemy. Josie shrugs. Harper stands and offers her arm, which Josie takes, smirking. After nodding at the hoppalong, the two follow her. The reception area is odd. One would expect a large room with multiple tables scattered about it; instead it is a series of nooks. Harper hears how raucous some of the other nooks have become. The hoppalong is leading the two of them to the loudest nook of them all. The two enter, and the smell of semen is overwhelming. Harper holds her nose and Josie, frankly, refuses to walk into the nook at all. The walls are covered with splotches of glowing purple splatter. The only light in the room is the glowing of cat hair, most of it the strange glow of UV lights from lion manes.

Harper looks at the table and their occupants. Three ultraviolions, muscular and barbed penises erect. The one at the head of the table, presumably Lord Wombat, looks like an extra grotesquely shaped bodybuilder. Nyadia is tied to the table on a humanoid sized lazy susan, with raw shreds of meat arranged on her body as if this is nyotaimori. The lazzorkat looks angry and Harper offers her an apologetic look. Her perpetual snarl drops for just a moment.

“Come, Generic Fish Girl, sit, grab a knife and skewer yourself some meat,” the largest ultraviolion mirthfully declares.

Harper watches as the ultraviolions stab into Nyadia to skewer pieces of meat, covered in cum and some of Nyadia’s blood. Harper shudders.

“I would rather stand, if that’s alright.”

“You would deny Lord Wombat your presence at his table?” one of the other ultraviolions ask.

“It’s alright, Socks, Generic Fish Girl looks frightened of my **** here. It is quite fierce, isn’t it? Stand, if you wish. It is always appreciated to see another new face at my arena. I hope you bring a stronger **** next time. It is better for the pot and give you a better chance at winning.”

The lions laugh, the tiger snarls, Harper grits her teeth, her sword hand twitching. Keep it together, for Josie and Nyadia’s sake.

Seeing that Harper is not going to answer their japes, Lord Wombat continues, “So, Generic Fish Girl, how goes Nimlith Grove? I have heard The Hunger has struck the capital. I hope your property is not destroyed or eaten as a result.”

“It’s been what feels like a lifetime since I have been home. Tell me what you heard?”

Lord Wombat offers a slice of meat from his stiletto. It takes quite a bit of effort on Harper’s part to keep the decline polite. He munches on the cum-coated meat happily and stabs into Nyadia for another. Such casual cruelty. Lord Wombat at least offers rumors. The ports and drow quarters are overwhelmed by sahuagin and troglodytes, respectively. The gate that protects the inland farms beside the capital is holding strong, so the gnolls are held back for the moment. The harpies are still missing. So, maybe we are here around the time when Aelene was kidnapped into the harem?

“Thank you for the information, Lord Wombat. I do care about my home, though I have not been there in such a long time.”

“So, why don’t you bring your **** in here to entertain us? It is quite comely, for a common luchtoni. It would look better marked with our seed, though.”

Harper snarls herself, “SHE is uncomfortable coming in here and I want to accommodate HER desires when I can. You want to meet HER? You’ll clean this place up. It smells awful.”

The people in the room are startled, then Lord Wombat smiles, “Well then, Generic Fish Girl, I hope that your **** somehow makes it to the final. There, it will surrender to my **** here and I will own it. Or, if your **** is as poorly trained as I think it is, it will die. No revives in the final. Keep that in mind as you enjoy your last night with it. You may go.”

Harper wants to draw her sword and run the bastard through. But, she holds back. Bide your time. We’ll get our chance. Stay strong, Nyadia. A weird rescue is on the way.

Josie

Generic Fish Girl stomps out of the funky spunky smelling room, looking even more pissed than Josie feels. The bunny-girl leads both of them to their private quarters, where dinner awaits. For Generic Fish Girl, a lovely looking grilled platter. For Josie, a dog bowl full of grubby gruel with smelly purple “seasoning.” Generic Fish Girl politely orders another dinner, claiming she is super hungry. While the bunny-girl fetches a second plate, Generic Fish Girl tosses out the cum-tainted gruel, then eats a few bites to make it look like the two of them already started to eat. They fake out the bunny, then Josie joins Generic Fish Girl at the table.

“Thanks, Generic Fish Girl. I’m so sick of this.”

“Oh, I am, too, Josie. But, remember the plan. You seduce Nyadia, win the tourney, and the three of us put a stop to this permanently. For now, can we put the circumstances behind us and enjoy the evening? I am so looking forward to the season being over and we can figure out regular life. Every week has been more stressful than the last.”

The two of them eat in relative silence. Generic Fish Girl has looked much more stressed than last week. And last week I pegged her.

“Are you stressed enough to where I can’t take advantage of the bed and earn some points? I’m so fucking behind.”

Generic Fish Girl smirks and brings Josie into a side hug. “I’m not that stressed, Josie. If you want to actually be intimate with me, I will happily participate.”

Josie smirks right back. “If that’s the case, get naked now.”

It is weird watching clothes Generic Fish Girl isn’t wearing being flung off her. It’s also weird that Generic Fish Girl still looks dressed like Nessa while still feeling nude. Josie strips as well. Generic Fish Girl brings Josie in for a kiss as she crawls back unto the bed, bringing Josie to crawl on top of her. “Naked enough for you, whipper-snapper?”

Josie: +2 VP (Kiss the Girl)

“Damn, Generic Fish Girl, I love how fucking hot you look right now. That Nessa cosplay just works. The way that top hugs your curves, the way those shorts just look like they are painted on. The fact that...” Josie stops her praises of Generic Fish Girl’s glamour just long enough to start to rub the sea elf’s labia. “...I know you are naked under there is just icing on the cake. The way you look now, I was a fool to not get my hands on you during Scarlet’s date. The way you’ve treated me and the rest of the girls, I was a fool to ever resist wanting to get my hands on you. You are gorgeous and sweet and considerate and long-suffering, more or less. I don’t care that I can’t really see your face right now; I know you are smiling at me. I don’t deserve you, Generic Fish Girl. And, fuck, I’m really hating that glamour’s no-talky effect right now.”

“It’s okay, Josie. I’m touched. Both figuratively and literally.” Generic Fish Girl wiggles onto Josie’s fingers, “So, tell me how good the glamour looks on me and plow me with your fingers. I’m pretty close already.”

Josie pushes a finger into Generic Fish Girl’s sea cave; she’s already wet. A few curling strokes, and the whale song moans start. “The way that little seashell belt wraps around your waist, you should really wear something like that all the time. I love how it draws me to your cute little girl abs.”

Fuck, did she just cum from a compliment?

Josie: +4 VP (Made Mistress Cum [Praise Her!: Wardrobe Edition] x2 bonus [first time slut participant])

Josie: +2 VP (Make Mistress Cum [Fingerblasting])

“My turn, Josie. Tongue or fingers?”

Josie positions herself to hover her cunt above Generic Fish Girl’s mouth. The blood red aura of bloodlust erupts as Josie summons her monstrous tongue. “Race ya!”

Josie plunges her tongue into Generic Fish Girl’s soaked sea elf snatch, tasting indescribably good. Josie nearly cums just from the first lick. Generic Fish girl at least moans, but she hasn’t started lapping at Josie’s wolf’s den. Instead, she has the gall to ask, “Is this a race to next orgasm or to our second one?”

Josie taps Generic Fish Girl’s thigh twice. She feels the sea elf smirk. Josie cums from a singular kiss to her clit, already a little swollen and sensitive from the action. She’s cheating with her magic succubus kiss thing! Josie starts pounding harder, stretching the sea elf’s cave nicely. Once Josie’s inner walls stop spasming, Generic Fish Girl starts with her tongue. Josie hears her hum, “Mmmm... delectably spicy.” It’s now a battle of magic tongues. Josie’s is filling Generic Fish Girl’s cunt completely, teasing at her A-spot right by her cervix. Generic Fish Girl’s is just supernaturally skilled, teasing and prodding all of Josie’s little special spots like a violin. It’s way too hard of a challenge, considering Generic Fish Girl lost her virginity to Josie just last round.

Josie: +4 VP (Mistress Brought Slut to Orgasm [Kiss the Slut, Succu-style], x2 bonus [First Time Slut Participant])

Josie: +2 VP (Mistress Brought Slut to Orgasm [Good Vibrations])

At least Josie’s orgasm pushes Generic Fish Girl over the edge again.

Josie: +2 VP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [Lick Lower Lips to Leaking])

“Fuck, Generic Fish Girl, how did you get so good with all of that? You wore me out faster than Tina does.”

“I had a lot of help. A lot of good teachers. Glad you appreciate it.”