Mattie Date, Part 4: Appetizers

Aelene

Aelene is learning how to cook, in a way, as she assists Lady Skye in assembling dinner for everyone. She washes, slices, and chops as directed as the drow handles the actual cooking, but Aelene watches. Of course, Aelene discusses some adult name options for Lady Skye; while it’s not important now, it will be once Lady Harper introduces her to court. Glitterdust continues to sulk on the ground, occasionally moaning to Lady Skye for sex, but the drow either growls a rope-influenced remark or ignores it. Only a few more hours until the rope’s effects resolve. I hope my Lady Skye can handle it until then.

Chickens in the oven, Lady Skye finally relaxes. She wipes her brow and sits on a stool in the kitchen while she sets a timer on her phone. Lady Skye lets out a sigh, not a sigh of frustration, but a sigh of a task complete. “Thank you, Lady Aelene. I appreciate your help.”

“Thank you, Lady Skye, for all you do for us. I am glad to assist you as I can. Have you made a decision about an adult name yet?”

Skye pauses. “I just don’t know. It’s odd for me to name myself.”

“THIS ONE thinks you should name yourself Mean Slut, because you have been a mean slut to THIS ONE all day!”

“Shut up!” Lady Skye growl, then meekly bites her lower lip. I can tell she’s feeling guilty.

Aelene gently pulls Glitterdust out of the kitchen and sits with her in the cafeteria. Josie and Tina have wandered in. Aelene greets them in Sylvan, “<Greetings, good luchtoni, good hoppalong. How was your afternoon?>”

Tina looks confused, but Josie answers back in Sylvan, “<Pretty good. We filmed a fun vid of Tina getting beat up by a grumpy contestant on another set. Good times.>”

“Hey, the Norah image didn’t beat me up. She just ‘****’ a bunch of fun toys on me. Also, why am I understanding your pretty gibberish?”

Josie growls, “When your goofy boss unpranked you, she gave you an understanding of Sylvan. That’s how you understood what I said, <Rabbit>.”

“Oooooooooh, that makes sense, I guess. And Aelene knows it, too! Neat. <Am I saying this stuff right?>”

“<Your human accent is much worse than Josie’s, but, yes, that was understandable.>”

The bonny bunny beams as she sits beside Aelene and gives her a big hug. Aelene enjoys the feeling of Tina’s breasts on her face, now only a bit larger than her own. Lady Skye coughs as she walks to the table, bearing dinner. Plates are dished out and served. Since Daphne and Scarlet have their work transformations, their dinners are dished out and set on a warmer tray for them to eat when they are ready. Tina pouts about no dessert, only to be mildly chastised by Lady Skye. Still, a generally enjoyable meal.

“Soooo, we doing any delving tonight, or is this a lazy day?” Josie finally asks, patting a happy belly.

“I am still on Glitterdust babysitting, so we would both be out. Maybe try Scarlet and Daphne when they are done with their shifts? Or Honey, wherever she is.”

“I don’t think bringing the Bug with us is a good idea. She is very squishy right now. But, I am willing to go ask. Aelene, you want to delve with us if we got enough to go?”

Aelene thinks about it for a moment, “Honestly, something came up that I think is more important. I wish to spend some time with Lady Skye to solve the issue.”

“Sounds like a plan, I guess. I’ll text the group once I got a good headcount.”

Mattie

Mattie brought Harper to the spaceport next. The restaurant is actually on the orbital space station that helps connect the Sally Ride to Earth. It’s going to be quite the view, when they get there. And, it’s going to be quite the trip, however short, to get there.

“Now, normally, this is a big event kind of place. You know, anniversary, maybe Winter Solstice, place. Partially, it’s because we’d have to buy the flight there and back, plus pay for quarters up on the station. But, since we’re in our own personal pocket dimension, we don’t have to worry about all of that. The ship here would be pretty crammed full of people and cargo. So, hey, we get to enjoy a super comfy experience.”

Harper smiles. Damn she has a cute smile.

“So, is this a private trip to space? Like, actual space?”

“Yup. How many girls done that for you, Sarge?”

Harper chuckles, “You’re one of a kind, Cap’n.”

Damn right, I am. The two walk, arm in arm, to the ship. They take their seats in first class, despite Harper’s desire to sit in the captain’s seat up front. Mattie argues that she definitely does NOT have clearance to fly the big ship, so their alternate counterparts would be in the passenger section. A little bummed, Harper at least understands. They strap in, secured. The ship taxis out to the launch pad, then is slowly lifted vertically. They lean back into their seats, the cushioning slowly swallowing them.

When the G-forces hit, it feels like all of Mattie’s guts try to merge with her spine all at once. It is exhilarating. Once they break Venetian atmosphere and Mattie can finally hear, she notices Harper’s screech of glee before her own. The ship slowly reorients itself to fly along an arc to get to the station and the “unbuckle seat belts” sign turns on.

Harper is absolutely giddy as she gets herself unhooked, wanting to enjoy as much of this zero-g environment as she can before the ride is over. She pushes up to touch the ceiling, then uses it to drag herself out of her seat. Mattie does take a peek up Harper’s skirt. I mean, it’s right there, begging to be looked up into. Cute panties.

Whelp, might as well enjoy it, too. Mattie unhooks and grabs on Harper’s ankle. Harper’s momentum slows and Mattie slowly floats out of her seat. Harper looks back, teasing, “Enjoying the view, Cap’n?”

Own it, Mattie. Own it. Mattie winks, “Love the ruffles.” Harper’s blushes are so cute, too. Then, the sea elf crosses her legs to hide the view. Mattie audibly boos.

“Hey, you’ll see plenty before the night is over, perv.”

With another wink, Mattie pushes herself up to the sea elf. With a twist, both are twirling down the aisle. “Love you, too, Sarge.” She sighs in mock-exasperation, then leans in for a kiss. Making out in zero-g? Fuck yeah!

Before it could get too hot and heavy, an automated recording begins. “Please return to your seats for orbital docking. Please return to your seats for orbital docking.”

With a mutually shared groan, they both pull themselves back and strap themselves in again. Just in time, too, as the feeling of weightlessness soon subsides. The two gush over the experience as the ship finalizes docking. When the “unbuckle seat belts” sign turns back on, the two can boringly walk out of the ship under normal gravitational conditions.

Exiting the ship, Harper gets a good look at the view. She leans over the guardrail to take in the sight. Venus looms large below them, covered in her misty haze. The sun, too large and too bright compared to what they are used to, is in the distance (at least when it’s in view; the station uses centripetal rotation to mimic gravity). And all around them are distant stars in the inky blackness of space, arranged in ways neither of them have seen before; the shift in perspective means the constellations they would know are all out of alignment.

All Harper can say is “Wow.”

Mattie lets her absorb the sights a little longer, resisting the urge to squeeze those cheeks she’s presenting, before taking a spot by her on the railing. They lean, taking it all in. Won’t get to see any of this again. Might as well enjoy it.

Mattie doesn’t count the seconds, the minutes they stood, trying to encapsulate the beauty of the universe. There’s too much to see out there. The view alone would make all of this worth it. And I’m glad I’m sharing this with Sarge. Her smile is so much better than the view.

Tina

Tina is trying to sneak into the Kang-oo’s. The diet tyranny is just too much. But, before she can get to the fresh from the oven cookies, she hears (and feels) a splash of cold water. “EEEEEEEK!”

“Hey, Tina,” the giant-boobied (and, therefore, evil) new Host greets, “Can I ask a favor of you?”

Tina turns around to look at her ridiculous boobs. “What do you want?” Tina asks, with an edge of irritation. I’m supposed to be the best in chest!

Calypso looks worried. “Your girlfriend needs you. Wait. I should specify. Daphne needs you. She hasn’t taken some of the consequences of my promotion very well and is about to miss her shift. I don’t want to punish her, so I’m hoping you can go cheer her up. Please?”

Wait? Daph is sad? That can happen? “Where?”

“Her room.”

Not saying another word, Tina bounds back to the dorms. She Misty Steps inside to see Daphne, laying face down on the bed, crying and chewing on her Squeaky Squid Sid. Tina bounds over and gives Daphne a side hug. “Hey, Daph. What’s wrong?”

Not questioning exactly how Tina got in, Daphne wails, “MY MOMMY DOESN’T LOVE ME ANYMORE! WAH!” She goes back to gnawing on her indestructible chew toy.

“That’s ridiculous, cutie. She loves you. She asked me to check on you. Why would you think she doesn’t?”

“SHE WON’T LET ME CALL HER MOMMY ANYMORE!”

Oh. “She’ll let you call her Mommy again. She just doesn’t... want to be... unfair, I guess? Maybe, if you can call her Mommy and we can’t, the audience would think she’s being too mean to the rest of us? I don’t know. I’m the fun dummy, not the thinky type. You’re a smartie. You tell me.”

She keeps gnawing for a bit. Tina feel oddly tempted to bite into the squid itself. The squeaks are funny. “So, my Mommy is trying to protect me, even if it hurts? Okay.” After a pause, she adds, “Ah. What time is it?”

Tina pulls out her phone. “Um, 7:52”

“Ahhh! I got like 8 minutes to start my shift! Ahhh!” With that, Daphne hops out of bed, falls, gets up, and runs out the door. Tina follows behind, after nibbling on the abandoned squid for a beat. Eww. Weird fish taste. Tina brings it with her, just in case. By the time the bonny bunny catches up, Daphne is already pumping away at her station. Laying the chew toy on the counter, Tina asks, “Hey, do you want anything? Some fish? A cookie? I saw they had freshly baked cookies at the Kang-oo’s!”

“Maybe some girlfriend time after I’m done? And don’t cheat on your diet. If I have to suffer eating poison green things, you have to, too.”

BOO! Betrayer of our unspoken pact! Daphne senses Tina’s annoyance. After a couple of moans, she offers, “I don’t want you to spoil your appetite for snacking on me?”

Ooooh, never had baklava before? I wonder what that is?

Tina salutes. “Okay, new plan! You finish your shift, then we spend some time eating each other out!”

Daphne nods and Tina bounces. I can’t wait!

Harper

When Mattie said that Hotel logic would handle the dress code, Harper figured that the Hotel would just let them eat while in casual clothes. She was mistaken. Mattie shoved her in the public facing women’s restroom of the Officer’s Mess and told her to get changed, insisting on the sea elf actually wearing a dress. Harper started to object, then she saw her wardrobe there. Alright. Fancy dinner dress. How hard can it be?

Too many minutes of indecision later, she is already wishing someone was here to guide her on what she should put on. Mattie pounds on the door and, barely cracking it open, shouts, “Whenever you’re ready, princess!” So, she starts texting. Scarlet is on Do Not Disturb (and Harper tries anyways, not expecting an answer). Aelene says she’s busy. Tina unhelpfully says, “Whatever you think looks good, cutie” followed by a winky face emoji. Josie even more unhelpfully offers, “Sweatpants. Just sweatpants.” Harper is just about to risk texting the nudists amongst her companions for ideas and then Scarlet sends her a few pics of something spot on. Thank you, Scarlet.

Harper starts to slip into an exact duplicate of the dress she imagined into the wardrobe. The hem of the dress reaches basically to the floor, but has a long slit, cut almost to the panty line (she keeps her mithril boots on still, but sets them to parade mode for the extra heel height). The dress hugs her hips snugly. It has a somewhat lower cut in the back, with the upper hem rubbing against the small of her back. The back laces up to hold the front of the dress tightly against her stomach and breasts. The dress has a built in bra, with some spaghetti straps to generate the lift. The dress shows off a bit of cleavage and all of her shoulders. The whole thing is lightly covered in sequins, patterned to look like mermaid scales. Harper rubs her engagement scar. Is showing this off okay?

Harper takes a selfie as her make-up redoes itself to look more elegant. She sends the pic to Scarlet, asking, “Cute enough? Little self-conscious like this.”

Scarlet sends a few texts back. First: “Awooogah!” followed by several drooling face emojis. Next: “Seriously, you look great.”, “Love you.”, “You mind if we do another mental check-up when you get back in the morning?”, “Stop texting your hot whatever we are and go knock Mattie’s socks off. Now.”

So, with a little confidence, she walks out. Mattie is standing there, looking quite delectable in her own right. Her top is basically a leather corset, squeezing her flanks in and her breasts up (almost spilling them out of the top). She has tight leather pants on and some killer stiletto heels. Her smokey make-up looks so pretty, too. Mattie gives out a low wolf whistle. “Didn’t know you had it in you, Sarge.”

“How come you’re allowed to wear pants?” Harper retorts.

“Well, someone has too and I prefer to take that particular role in a relationship. Also, an all leather gown sounds miserable. C’mon. Dinner awaits.”

Mattie offers her arm and Harper takes it. Feeling Mattie pulling her in and grabbing a handful of her ass, Harper bites her lower lip. The sea elf raises an eyebrow. “If you want me to act ladylike, I’ll try, but you need to treat me like a lady, too.”

Mattie squeezes a little tighter. “And who says this isn’t treating you like a lady?”

So forward.

Still, Mattie lets go and pulls out a chair for Harper when they get to the 2-seater table. She is even considerate when she pushes the chair back in. Mattie sits opposite her and immediately goes to hold Harper’s hand. It feels warm (and a little ticklish, as the astral elf rubs a thumb over sea elf knuckles). A pair of menus float by (another Hotel conceit?) and Mattie plucks them out of the air, handing one to Harper. Harper ignores the frankly ridiculous prices and examines the choices. Mattie orders a blooming onion as an appetizer (and a beer for herself), making a joke about it being the highlight of Australian culture. Harper snorts, despite herself (and the fact that Americans came up with doing that to a poor, innocent onion). Harper orders a scotch and a glass of water.

Soon enough, a beer bottle, a whiskey glass, 2 glasses of water, and a culinary abomination all float by. Harper grabs her two things (and then Mattie’s glass of water), as the astral elf grabs the things she wanted. Taking a couple of chunks of fried onion, Mattie starts to munch. Harper takes a petal, just to be polite.

Mmm. Not bad.