Ootah Date 1, Part 1: Swimsuits and Spa Trips

Ootah

Ootah spent her day exploring the capital, looking for date ideas. She wants to do something physical, something to show off her prowess, and something that turns Mona on. The very beginnings of that thigh job from after that pizza party needs to be taken to completion, plus some other things.

However, nothing really struck her as meeting what she is looking for. Taverns seemed a bad idea, given how Craig’s first date went; she doesn’t want Mona to think that Ootah is trying to get her drunk. The brothels down Hippity Hoppity Way also seemed a bad idea, given how she wants her date to end up; she doesn’t want Mona too worn out to have bedroom fun with her. She doubted that Mona is super interesting in port management or fishing. She could not find any neat little shops that appeals to her interests.

The closest thing she found was Auntie Josie’s gym, which does not seem like a date. She’s sure she’ll go to the gym with Mona sooner or later during the day.

So, she returned to the Hotel amenities floor, looking for an idea. Several ideas seemed good once Mona has gotten strong enough to keep up (that Ninja Warrior course looks rad); she doesn’t want to crush the girl’s spirit by physically overpowering her.

Inspiration struck at the megalodon riding pool. Those water slides outside might be fun. And one of them ends up over here. Hmm...

She rushed up to the Spring Room. Does she have a sexy enough swimsuit? She dug through her clothes. I hope this one isn’t too prudish...

Tessa

Tessa has gathered Gaia and Jenny. The three of them are going to try a delve, after getting a couple of ladies up to Level 4.

Jenny starts a conversation as they walk into Dungeons for Damsels, “Hi, Daphne. How are you today?”

Daphne is excited. “Oh, I’m excited, Jenny! I got a letter from Hardric AND I get to go to a wedding soon, by Harem Hotel standards. Hey, Tessa and Gaia! Time for some dungeon fun?”

Gaia goes through her decisions first. Her leveling improvements consists of a slightly expanded wildshape feature, the Gust cantrip, a couple of spells she can’t prepare for tonight (Heat Metal and Locate Animals and Plants), and a feat. She picks an interesting one.

“Oooh, I could teleport with this one! Yeah!”

“Teleportation is pretty cool,” Daphne concurs.

Jenny’s turn to level is also pretty eventful. She gets the Friends cantrip, the Suggestion spell, and the Telepathic feat.

“Now, I can talk with my mind like you and Tina did for me.”

“It’s pretty neat. Soooo, dungeon fun?”

The three of them set up a normal difficulty scenario. Downstairs in the recovery room, they get “dressed” for the delve. Jenny strips naked, reluctantly. Gaia does the same, but enthusiastically, and grabs a whip. Tessa dons her sea elf scale mail, slips Thunder in the scabbard for her main hand and a mundane scimitar into the other.

Gaia: +1 XP (Show Crotch to Another Contestant [Jenny])

Tessa: +2 XP (Full Frontal Nudity for Another Contestant [Jenny])

Entering the scenario, they are greeted by a little gnome man dressed like a sexy gold prospector, as designed by Tim Burton. He has a prospector’s hat with an arrow through it, a neckerchief, and no shirt over his fat little belly. His ass-less chaps (with nothing underneath) are covered in little loose teeth. They seem to be standing in a hastily fashioned graveyard. He smiles, missing most of his teeth, then lets out an expectantly creepy laugh. “Well, pack my butt with fudge and call me a candy shop, adventurers! I’m Generic NPC [Tyalangan note: Daphne, remember to name the NPC!]! A pleasure to meet you!”

“Hi!” Gaia greets, unfazed by the placeholder name.

Jenny whispers to Tessa, “What is going on?”

“Plot set-up,” Tessa answers, shrugging. “We didn’t do a scenario last time.”

The creepy prospector continues, “I own the mine over there. It’s filled with GOOOOLD! Hah, hah, hah! But my workers seems to have stopped their shipments. I’m here to investigate, but I’m sure that you adventurers will do a better job of it. I will pay you a GOOOOOOLD each!”

“Sure!” Gaia agrees, unfazed by the probable terrible pay. That assumes we actually get gold at the end of the scenario.

The creepy prospector starts doing a little one-man hoedown dance. His flaccid cock flops around as he does so. Gaia tries to join in.

“So, what are we supposed to do now?”

“Explore the mine, once Gaia stops dancing. The girl gets a little carried away.”

Once the temporary tiger-girl stops dancing, the trio find the entrance to the mine. The air inside is strangely musty. Tessa, swords drawn, takes the lead. The mine tunnel twists and turns; little seams of metal, sparkling in the torchlight, line the walls. Jenny nervously walks behind. Gaia takes the rear, whistling that work song from Snow White.

The first widening of the tunnel seems to result in something like a room, about 10 foot by 30 foot. Four rats, as big as a lap dog, are scratching at a wooden door with some holes in it. The occasional pointed stick is shoved through a hole to deter the rats, but it is not very effective.

“Good thing I am a kitty today!” Gaia loudly declares.

The rats turn and start charging towards them, sharp teeth at the ready. Has she never heard of stealth? Tessa charges to slow them, blades scrapping and sparking on the mine floor as she slashes up twice. One rat shredded.

Gaia summons a big green tiger, which pounces into another rat, eating the thing whole. Jenny squeezes off a shot, blasting a rat just before it impotently bites into Tessa’s shin. The armor more than holds. She stabs down and skewers it, then slashes into the last one left. The tiger bats it down and eats.

“Good kitty!” Gaia coos, petting the summoned beast.

“Is it safe? Safe for us to mine more GOOOOOOOOOOLD!!!!!!!!” the voice from the door exclaims.

Tessa gets closer to ask, “I don’t know. I doubt those rats were enough to keep you locked in there.”

The miner explains the situation. A strange creature came up from a hole down to the Underdark the miners excavated. The miners fled. Some mercenaries offered to kill the creature, but decided to keep the mine for themselves instead. The prospectors refuse to give up their claim, but are too weak to fight the mercs.

“Your boss is outside in a graveyard. Go. We’ll clear the mines.”

The chubby little gnomes in assless chaps waddle their way out, shouting “GOOOOOOOLD!!!!!!” as they go. Okay, the scenario option can get weird.

Mona

Mona exited the shower to a collection of clothing options laid out that chills her to the core. Swimsuits. It had to be swimsuits.

The first she sees, the one Ophie probably wants her to pick, is a tiny little G-string thong. No top, just a thong. Mona shudders. She moves on. The second at least has a top, but it looks to cover so little that she might as well be topless. The bikini bottom is small, barely covering her crotch. Again, she moves on. The other swimsuits are not much better, just different. Everything exposes too much. What confidence Mona has built up over the week shatters in an instant.

“Ophie, do I NEED to wear a swimsuit for tonight?”

Ophie teases from the living room, “Oh, Mistress, I did not think you felt bold enough to skinny dip yet! I am...”

“Nope! Never mind! I will figure it out myself!”

Mona digs through her wardrobe, looking for a swimsuit that feels like it covers enough. Something that holds in her pudgy body. Something that makes her not feel like a gross fat whale. There. Japanese school uniform one-piece. Mona squeezes into it, hoping it doesn’t do something pervy like dissolve in water or anything like that. Then, she finds a Wai-Fu Quest T-shirt and wears that on top. Some still seemingly too short shorts and some sandals later, and Mona is dressed.

Ophie looks a bit disappointed when Mona walks into the living room. She spins the mistress around and shows her the joy of waterproof makeup.

Even after that, Mona still feels unattractive.

“Hey, Mona, none of that. Ootah is waiting; do you want her to see you looking like that after she planned tonight with you?”

Mona still pouts, “No. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“So, chin up! Think of it this way, I bet Ootah is out there in a swimsuit. You get to ogle her.”

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Follow Diet Plan (Before the Date) +10 BP

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Fully Prepare for Your Date +20 BP

That does cheer Mona up. She’s able to put on a braver face after that. She uses Thaumaturgy to open the Suite doors and she is drooling. She barely notices that she has new spells.

Ootah is standing there in her barely there swimsuit, examining the new statues from this week. Her prominent bulge is contained by her thong, which seems to turn into floss between her muscular butt cheeks. Her bikini top is little more than a few cords, lifting her breasts up like a bra with none of the coverage. She has a red flower tied into her ponytail scrunchy.

“Oh, hey Mistress. Gaia and Winter both seemed to have treated you well this week. My swimsuit is not too prudish, I hope?”

Mona giggles, “Too boobish? I mean prudish? That is considered dowdy?”

Ootah blushes as she rubs the back of her neck. She stammers a bit, “W-well, a more fashionable suit would be crotchless.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah.” Ootah offers her arm and Mona takes it. The two start walking downstairs (to the pool, Mona presumes). I guess I haven’t completely adjusted to being dreamnapped into porn land yet. Okay, Mona. You can do this. You can... swim. Kinda?

Andromeda

Craig did not bother to show up for dinner. Everyone else did. They all talked, figured out the evening. Kevin and Winter set off for an impromptu date, wishing everyone well. Tessa volunteered to lead Gaia and Jenny through a delve; Andromeda would have considered joining, but Jenny still does not have enough XP to get to Level 5. Maybe she will by tonight.

Still, this does give the arcanist android a chance to try out her lessons from the staff about how to be better around the others. The last group is heading to the spa. Andromeda has never been to a spa. Might as well try it out.

So, Tegan leads the way, Mineko following like a baby duck waddling after her mother. Andromeda saunters behind. “So, Tegan, you go to spas often?”

“Spas? No,” the vicious vixen states, “Sports medicine therapy for massages after a long day of training? Quite often. After the star-eyed freak ran me through the wringer today, I could use the stress relief. I still need to get used to my body enhancements.”

Andromeda can admit that the physical improvements to Tegan are noticeable. The girl is now nearly a head taller than this morning, her muscles much more present. Her breasts look closer to proportional with her new, broader frame. The two fox-tails sway as she walks, both drawing and distracting the sight of her firm butt cheeks. She also ate like a horse at dinner.

The trio listens to the free options and they choose to start with a massage. Tegan looks happy to exchange her leather armor with a towel that will cover everything. Andromeda wraps herself up, too. Mineko seems unbothered to stand around naked. The spa staff, three purple skinned elves, laugh at how visibly prudish the kitsune is as they lead the girls to a massage parlor room.

The three girls lay down and the spa staff begin. Andromeda had another sense of touch boost from scribing Counterspell last night, but she still imagines that she would have enjoyed this more as a human. The masseuse’s work still feels muted. She still squirms under the touch, of course. The drow is hitting all the right spots.

Andromeda risks turning her head to look at the others. Mineko is purring loudly, utterly lost in bliss. Tegan, still covered in her towel, is groaning, but still present.

“So, this compares with the sports therapy massages?”

“Nooooo...” the angry archer moans, cross-eyed and panting. Her masseuse is working on the bases of her tails. Andromeda swears that she hears the drow whisper into Tegan’s ear for permission to remove the towel.

“Better or worse?”

“Beeettttteeeeer...”

The masseuse working on Tegan smirks, “We aim to please.” The one working on Andromeda grunts, obviously expecting more of a reaction.

“So, Tegan, what are some things you like to do for fun?”

The squeak that erupts from Tegan does... interesting things to Andromeda. Her actual answer, less so, “I haaaaveeen’t triiiiieeed fuuuuun iiiiin sooooo looooooong...”

The masseuses ask them to turn over. Mineko needs to be physically rotated, as she is too out of it to understand words. The masseuse working on Andromeda kneads the arcanist android’s breasts with glee. Tegan yowls in arousal. The sight of the kitsune being half-groped does more... interesting things to Andromeda.

She looks straight up. Tegan looks too out of it to talk right now. Mineko is purring louder. It’s almost soothing. Then the masseuse’s hands move lower. Oh, this is getting way closer to a porno than I was expecting.

“Ah, we should probably stop soon? We have first time bonuses to preserve for Mona.”

The masseuse mutters, “Did I just get a defective client?”

Rude.

Scarlet walks in, gives that masseuse a death glare, and offers, “Ladies, are you ready for a lovely soak in our therapeutic hot tub?”

So, the three of them, blissed out cat-girl and kitsune both needing Andromeda’s assistance to lead them, head over to take a dip. Tegan’s panting in Andromeda’s ear, pressing herself into the arcanist android’s shoulder, does more interesting things to her. I see the theoretical appeal of this.