New Roommates, New Relationships

Scarlet

Scarlet collects her pay with a mild sense of disappointment. I mean, I have more than enough to pay off the stupid loan, so it’s not the worst thing in the world to fail. Still hurts the ego a little.

Scarlet: +80 BP (Tips)

Scarlet: The Magic of Student Loans +1 Progress: 151/319 (Work/Study Girl)

Her roommate for the week waited for her to get paid. Tina already trudged ahead, grumpily muttering about “facing the music”. I’ll check on them in the morning.

“Well, Fish, how’d you do?”

“Oh, pretty good, pretty good. The hand job was amazing by the way.”

“Glad you liked it. Probably only works when you’re a mermaid, huh?”

“Yup, so not an everyday thing, in all likelihood. Still nice for a special occasion, you know?”

“You really okay with Mattie calling you Teeth?”

“You saying my teeth aren’t the sexiest in the harem?”

Tina

Tina enters her new dorm room, with her new roommate. Tina was looking forward to actually getting to room with Josie until she was spurned. Now? Now she’s dreading this. It’s going to be so awkward.

Then she sees that Josie is already in bed, at least acting like she’s sleeping. She sees an overstuffed chair and shoves it to block the door. Tina grabs her jammies, a vibrating wand, and her toiletries. Time to buzz myself ready for bed, take a quick shower, and sleep in that chair. We need to deal with this, but I’m glad to wait ‘til morning.

Skye

“Thank you for agreeing to do this, Ms. Aelene.”

“Um... of course, Lady Skye.”

Skye feels bad about pushing Ms. Aelene into being the first to be tied up and her continued hesitancy does not help. She undoes the Rope of Entanglement and starts to tie up the high elf. It’s like a switch clicks in Skye’s mind. She suddenly feels so domineering. With a smirking glee, she starts with Ms. Aelene’s ankles, securing them to Aelene’s opposite wrists. The positioning is such that Ms. Aelene is **** to spread her legs a little. She widens her legs further by pulling her knees apart, pressing a lilac knee into bronze skinned lower lips. She gently rubs as she tightens the rope around her waist, then starts to secure Ms. Aelene’s cute little breasts. Skye leans in for a tender, but demanding kiss, then gags the girl. Finally, she ends the rope tying by wrapping the rope to cover golden eyes.

Skye: +4 VP (Ropeplay with Another Slut, x4 bonus [First Time Both Participants], x0.5 penalty [Haven’t Done It With Mistress Yet])

Skye leans into Ms. Aelene’s ear, then whispers, “I want to have a little more fun before reverie. Grunt rhythmically three times in rapid succession if I go too far. Try it for me so I know you can do it.”

Ms. Aelene grunts. Skye is satisfied. Then she latches onto a bronze teat and starts to suck. She places her special place on Aelene’s muscular thigh and starts to grind on it, her knee pressing into Aelene’s crotch. Aelene moans through her gag; Skye responds in kind around the high elf’s tiny tit. The more Skye leaks love juices on Aelene’s thighs, the better the sensation feels. She switches to the other breast, gently rubbing the high elf’s button with a thumb. Aelene’s moans grow louder. Skye enjoys the sound immensely. Playing Aelene is almost as good as the piano. Almost. She pops off the tit to focus more on grinding. She starts to stick a finger into Aelene’s special place, but loses focus. It feels too good! With a loud scream, Skye falls apart. Collapsing into the strong elf’s breast, she pants to catch her breath.

Skye: +4 VP (Cum with a Fellow Slut [Humping Her Leg Like the Pet You Are] x4 bonus [First Time Both Participants], x0.5 penalty [Haven’t Done It With Mistress Yet])

Aelene starts to moan. Skye, resisting the dark urge to keeping her gagged, loosens the rope a little around Aelene’s mouth. The high elf pleads, “Please, Mistress, let me cum! I’m so close, Mistress! Please!”

“Oh, sorry, Aelene. Let me reward you for being such a good toy.”

Wait, Skye thinks as she fingers Aelene to orgasm, I didn’t mean that, did I? What is happening to me?

Skye: +4 VP (Make a Fellow Slut Cum [Fingerblasting] x4 bonus [First Time Both Participants], x0.5 penalty [Haven’t Done It With Mistress Yet])

Mattie

Mattie enters her dorm room to the sight of a crying Doc. Hoping the hamper works like the one in the old season, she tosses her catsuit in and heads to the shower. One quick and efficient shower later, she’s resolved to try to help her roommate.

“Hey, Doc.”

“Breeding slut no doc. Just dumb empty-headed broodmare that Mistress doesn’t want!” Her crying intensifies.

“What are you talking about? I can see your diploma hanging right by mine.”

Doc hugs a stuffed kitty toy tightly, then pouts, “Dumb breeding slut can’t read.”

Mattie sits beside Doc, “Then, Doc, you really, really, REALLY don’t understand Harper, ‘cause she doesn’t want you like this.”

“I know, my wombs are so empty. Do you want to put some babies in me? Maybe Mistress just wants to see that I can carry babies before she’ll fill me with hers! Breed me!”

Mattie scoots away from the deranged doctor. Doc lunges after her, but the civvie is too slow. Mattie makes a tactical retreat to the bathroom, locking the door. Doc starts pounding on the door. Okay, you’ve been through worse. I can’t hurt her, but I can certainly hole up here. Sleeping in a bathtub? That hasn’t happened since Pretoria. Ugh. Pretoria.

Daphne

“Hey, Scarlet, did you want to get off again tonight? I mean, you spent the whole night basically working. I feel kind of bad for you.”

The oread sighs, “Maybe? I’m worried about Tina and Josie and Dinah and Harper. I get that Harper reacted to stop Dinah from having a complete mental breakdown, but she might have just delayed the inevitable. I wish I knew what to do to help. And you saw my girlfriends break out into a fight tonight. I just want to not feel so worthless.”

“I don’t think you’re worthless, Scarlet. I think you’re pretty cool.”

Her cheeks burst into flames for a second. “Was that a pun about me being a fire monster?”

“Not at all. You are no more of a monster than I am. Am I a monster?” Daphne slides to sit right by Scarlet. She stares into those pretty obsidian eyes, waiting for the fiery lass’s response.

“No, Daph, you aren’t a monster. You’re a strangely good friend. How ‘bout a massage?”

Daphne does her happy little bouncy dance and laughs as Scarlet pushes Daphne face-first onto the bed. The oread squirts some kind of warm goo on the mermaid’s back, then starts to spread it around. Then, Scarlet starts to dig in, to poke, prod, and squeeze tension out of Daphne’s back. Daphne feels an absence in her not-cloaca, like she wants something to fill it. A cute little gasp is squeezed out of her, that gets suddenly louder as Scarlet rolls the mermaid over and positions her snatch over Daphne’s mouth. Scarlet massages Daphne’s weird human thighs, getting ever closer to the destination Daphne wants her to hit. Daphne grabs onto Scarlet’s lower back and pulls herself up to lick the looming, dripping cunt before her. Scarlet slips one finger in, curling it just right.

“I can do... this the quick way... or the slow way, Daph. Have a... preference?”

“Make me cum when you do, however you feel like doing it.”

Then, Daphne really gets to work on Scarlet’s snatch. Scarlet plunges several fingers into Daphne’s briny depths. It’s a contest to see you can pleasure the other better. Hard to tell who’s winning. Doesn’t matter. Too soon, they cum. Scarlet collapses into the mermaid.

Daphne: +1 Endurance

Daphne: +2 VP (Brought Another Slut to Orgasm [Lick Lower Lips to Leaking])

Scarlet drags herself around and gives Daphne a kiss on the lips, then slumps beside her.

“Why is this all so complicated?” the oread moans.

“It doesn’t have to be any more complicated than you want it to be.”

“I don’t know how Tina or Josie will feel about this. Frankly, I don’t know if the thruple I have with them is going to survive the night. But, can we be, like, girlfriends?”

“You mean we weren’t already?”

Scarlet chuckles at that. With a bop to the nose, Scarlet declares, “Fine. You’re my fish-girlfriend.”

Daphne glomps onto her new official girlfriend and nuzzles into her breast. Ahh, this is what being in a harem is supposed to be like.

Harper

With her other girls all calling it a night, Harper orders a scotch and sits by her host. She knows she completed her quest, probably several times over, but can’t help but worry about the consequences. With a sip of her scotch, she asks Ariel, “How bad is this going to be?”

“Oh, talking to me again, Mistress?” Ariel jabs, with hopefully more venom than she intended.

“I’m sorry for how rocky our relationship has been, Ariel. I do want to get along with you. I get that quite a bit of our strife is from something you can’t remember anymore. I’ll try to be better. So, how bad is this going to be?”

“I don’t quite know, honestly. That bitch Beckie is in charge of planning the final challenge, with proper supervision, and I’ll find out when you do so. You should be fine. Your property should be fine. The producer will make sure of it.”

“They are people, not property,” Harper definitely put more hate in her voice than she wanted to.

“Understand this, Mistress. My feelings towards your property has not changed. As much as I love my runty niece, I have accepted that she is your plaything. Perhaps the game would go better if you started viewing them the same. It would certainly help you avoid the pain of you exerting your power over them like what happened this afternoon. Think about it.” Then Ariel shimmies away to the nearest staff tube and swims away, leaving Harper to stew.

Maybe Daphne’s challenge transformation did less good than I thought.

“Another, Boss?”

“No thanks. I had way too many carbs tonight. Want to offer some bartender advice, or would you just parrot Ariel?” Harper takes another sip of her scotch. Mmmm.

“Honestly, many of the frenzy will disagree with dear old Mom there. We’ve grown up watching Harem Hotel and we’ve seen harems overcome the system. Grow out of slaver / **** relationships and grow into a family like you want. Keep the faith. It will take time and you will screw up like, I guess, you did this afternoon. Just make it up as best you can. As far as the ‘endgame’ goes, I have even less of an idea than Mom. I just run the bar. And, if you don’t mind, I might as well close early if you don’t want to drown your sorrow in booze.”

Taking the hint, Harper leaves her half-finished scotch on the bar and heads up to the Master Suite. It has been so long since Harper has spent the night consciously deciding to go to sleep alone. She doesn’t quite know how she feels about that. She notes a new statue on her way up. Funny that shy little Aelene got hers before someone like Daphne. She looks so beautiful; they all do.

Entering the Suite, Harper first heads to the kitchen. She grabs a bowl, a pot lid bigger than the bowl, and a long match. With a final glance of her quest, Harper lights a match and starts to burn the slip of paper: Harper’s Party Quest: Trigger the end game with your actions tonight. Prize: XP equal to half of the VP your harem earns with you tonight (ignoring first time bonuses), 1 free upgrade to one of your current transformations.

After making sure the paper was destroyed without burning down the Hotel, Harper leaves the slightly scorched bowl soaking in the sink. Exhausted after a long day, Harper decides to “sleep” in the pool, which is a luxury she would not be able to have (except, perhaps with Daphne). Slinking into the warm salt water, she languidly sinks to the bottom, her gills happily pumping for her. It takes but a few moments to find herself in the reverie.

The dark waters of the reverie feel cooler than the pool water. Harper surges to the surface, where she sees 2 elves walking along the shore and some kind of falling star. Harper does a rough calculation in her head and it appears the space debris is going to crash into the strolling elves. She bursts through the water, swimming as fast as she can. I’m not going to make it in time! Harper lets out a bellow in Aquan, “<Watch out!>”

That gets the two’s attention. One freezes in place as the other jumps into the water. The star lands several yards from where the frozen one stopped, knocking a giant cloud of black sand into the air. No one looks hurt. Harper keeps swimming towards the shore regardless.

When she gets close to the shore, she sees a lilac elf splashing in the water with not great form. Harper darts towards Skye and gives her a big hug. Skye clings to the sea elf as she bursts her way onto the shore. Aelene is frozen on the shore. And Mattie is coughing as she climbs out of the impact crater. Well, that explains that.

Brushing her hair, Harper greets Skye as if nothing strange is going on, “Wife.”

“My love! We found you!”

“Um, Lady Harper, how are you? Uh... I wasn’t uh... expecting to run into you so... um... soon.”

“My betrothed, there is no need to be embarrassed. What can I do to help?”

“Tell Skye not to tie me up again.”

“Skye...”

“I’m sorry, my lady love, and I’m sorry, Aelene. I didn’t understand how intense the mental effects of my rope transformation would be.”

Huh. No “Ms.” there for my betrothed. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Skye continues, “But we seem to be free of it here. I’ll look into upgrading it to either reduce the intensity or shorten the time frame after I test it on myself first. Maybe it won’t be as bad if I’m the only one affected?”

Only one? Great. I really should have thought about all of the wording on that one.

Mattie finally joins the trio. “Hey, so where are we?”

“Oh, sorry, Cap’n, Welcome to your first reverie. We pop in here instead of sleeping. I could get into the nitty-gritty, but the gist is that we draw some energy from the Feywild to recover and, in the case of Aelene, commune with her elven ancestors.”

“Great. So, what do we do here? Fuck?”

“Puzzles, games, practice under the watchful eye of the ancient dead. Things like that,” Aelene answers.

“I’ve mostly been looking for my lady love. I just want to spend more time with her.” That earns Skye a kiss on the top of her head. She coos. Then, she starts to touch herself, as a recognizable, lovely voice beckons further into the forest, “Champion, cousins, I wish to parlay with you all.”

The foursome walks into a clearing in the dark forest to see Eilistraee in her full glory. The responses are varied. Harper genuflects. Aelene awkwardly tries to curtsy. Skye, fingers in her special place, signs a hymn of praise. And Mattie just wolf whistles.

“My sweet little cinnamon roll of a champion, would you mind if I steal away your wife? I wish to converse with her in private.”

“Of course, Dear Lady.”

Then, with a snap, both Harper and her Goddess are both back in the water. Or, at least Harper is back in the water. Eilistraee is dancing along the surface.

“So, how bad is this endgame going to be, Eilistraee?”

“If you wish to discuss the particulars of the show, cousin, I can direct you to your producer. I heard she has a lovely office,” the goddess sasses, punctuating it with a cheeky tongue sticking out.

Great. I get a choice of which facade I deal with. “Fine, Moonlit Dancer, what did you want to talk about?”

“What happens after the show, cousin. What happens after the show.”

Aelene

Lady Harper disappears, but the Goddess does not.

“So, my sweet little cinnamon roll, are you ready for your next quest?”

“Wait, sorry, but where did you take Harper? And weren’t you suppose to go talk to her?” The captain sounds confused.

“I am in several thousand places at once at basically all times, cousin from the astral plane. My reality defies your logic. I’m talking to her right now. Now, if there are no further interruptions, quest time?”

“Please forgive Ms. Mattie, Dear Lady, she is quite impetuous.”

“Don’t worry about that. I am well aware at how brazen our starry cousin is. No, dear champion, we should be worrying about your next task. You, dear Skye, need to fix a mistake you made during the challenge. Your home is under ****.”

As the Goddess describes the situation, Aelene calms her nerves. Tactics make sense to her; the game she was thrust into does not. Ultimately, it sounds like Skye’s people need a heroine; farmers, not even armed with bows, against an army? It will be hopeless otherwise. Aelene knows just who that heroine is.

“Now, I trust all of you can keep this quest a secret? We don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

This wild child goddess is strange. Still, it sounds like Lady Skye has her date planned for her. I should spend some time to figure out mine.