Ootah Date 1, Part 3: Smut Scams and Shark Frenzies

Gaia

The mine looks neat, despite how environmentally unfriendly it is. Mother Gaia needs her gold to stay inside her, not be hollowed out of her! Still, the walls sparkle from the veins of metal and that is neat. Teach and Jenny are both ahead, her summoned tiger friend right beside them. Gaia is watching the rear!

Tessa is reading the map the fun short dudes left as they ran away. Though, they are heading towards the plap, plap, plap sounds of several guys masturbating. Eww. Rat-guys. Gross.

The rat-guys are all stroking off to a statute of a lady with very, very hairy armpits. Like, Gaia hasn’t had a date in 3 or 4 months hairy. Tessa grabs one of Gaia’s boob as the tiger-girl was going to walk in.

“Gawd,” one of the rat-guys says, “I bet that ‘pit just reeks!”

“Oooooh, yeah! I bet she doesn’t wash ‘em, just lets them marinate in her own juices.”

“Fuck, that’s hawt!”

“Ahem, gentlemen,” one of the rat-guys says, still stroking off, “we should discuss how we shall turn this mine into a cornucopia of armpit porn. First, we hit the internet for prospective buyers. Then, we lure said buyers into the floating brain monster in the deep part of the cave. The monster eats them, we collect their money, then we buy armpit porn with it!” And the rat-guys cheer.

Gaia shouts out, “You could just masturbate to each other’s armpits, you know!” Tessa and Jenny seem annoyed by Gaia’s strategy. The sooner we clear the mine, the sooner I can return the planet her gold!

“Masturbate to ratfink armpits? Ewww...”

“Everyone knows that unshaven female platypal armpits are what the true connoisseurs stroke themselves to.”

Tessa sighs, “Any way we could convince you to leave the mines peaceably?”

“Do you have platypal armpit porn?”

“No.”

“Well, then, show us your armpits. If they are good enough, we’ll leave.”

“How much XP will we get if we solve this with showing you our armpits?” Gaia asks.

Daphne interrupts to answer the question via an intercom, “Uh, none?”

“Nah. Let’s fight! Jenny needs the XP!”

“Capture the women. Force them to workout regularly, eat only cheese, then not shower, shave, or put on deodorant!”

The rat-guys stand and draw their swords. There are a lot of them. Tessa, of course, jumps ahead. Her first strike is a long arc, cutting into two of the rat-guys; her second is a grazing slice, clipping into a rat-guy’s ear.

Gaia gets into range, then whips at the rat-guy Tessa clipped with her first strike. Gaia’s fun tiger friend takes a big chunk out of the rat-guy, but he is still basically standing. Gaia doesn’t know exactly what Jenny did, but the rat-guys respond by giving her a dirty look.

Then, the baddies get their turn. Gaia scowls as the rat-guy tries to bite her tiger, miss, then nicks her tiger with a sword. Tessa screams; Gaia looks over to see that the teacher has grown rat parts. Male rat parts. Ewww...

A solid crossbow bolt slamming into Gaia’s shoulder gets her to focus again. She notices three more fly past her, and Jenny cries out in pain. Grrr... jerks! Then, a couple more of those big rats chomp into Gaia’s calves. Tiger friend disappears. Huh?

With tiger friend gone, Tessa rips out a spell. Her casting sounds... off. She seems unnerved by her rat bits. Still, the rat-guy in front of her is dead. Gaia recasts Summon Beast and orders tiger friend two to attack the rat-guy that shot her. A spooky green blast comes from behind and slams into one of the rat-guys; he is knocked down and doesn’t get back up.

“Hey, new rat-friend, wanna capture these other two sluts and lick at their armpits until we cum all over those stank pockets, then lick them clean?”

Tessa looks tempted... only for a microsecond. “Gross! No. Eww. What’s wrong with you?”

A crossbow bolt grazing her shoulder gets her back to focus on the fight. Then the rats gnawing at her ankles bite again. Gaia winces; she’s not feeling great.

Tessa moves forward, looping around the talky rat-guy’s back (who turns to keep facing her). Her little rat-guy dick is erect and bobbing. She rips out another Thunderwave; this one is a lot stronger, as both talky rat-guy and two of the crossbow rat-guys are all knocked over and don’t get back up.

I need to deal with these rats at my feet. She strikes a rat with her whip; it’s still up, unfortunately. Tiger friend two only just clips the last rat-guy left, unfortunately. Jenny’s creepy green blast also doesn’t drop him.

The last rat-guy looks like he got a couple of good hits on tiger friend two. Jenny cries out in pain. Gaia’s ankle-biters nip at her; she looks like tenderized meat down there.

Tessa rushes over to Jenny. The dryad looks really, really bad; a puddle of amber is at her feet. The rat-guy sea elf slashes with a flourish, then stabs down. One of the rats are dead. Gaia whips at one of her rats and only nicks its tail. Tiger friend two drops the final rat-guy. Jenny hobbles towards tiger friend, leaking amber goo the whole time.

“Ow! Fuck!” Gaia is bleeding profusely. One of the rats must of punctured a vein or something. Time to summon tiger friend three! The tiger swallows one of the ankle-biters; between Gaia’s whip and Jenny’s spooky blast, the other is dead.

Tessa shouts, “Last rat over here is down.”

All three of them collapse into a small circle. Okay, that was harder than I thought.

Ootah

Ootah and Mona splash down from the water slide connecting the outdoor contestant pool to the megalodon experience storefront on the amenities floor. Mona shrieked, half in terror, half in glee, the whole time almost directly into Ootah’s ear. She peels the Mistress off of her back, her futacock almost dangerously hard again. The orc takes a few deep breaths; she smirks as she catches Mona staring.

At least one of her mermaid cousins decided to follow, as the echoes of laughter in the water slide get louder. Ootah paddles their inflatable to the edge just in time to watch Harmony cannonball into the water not two feet beside them.

“Aha! Melody, lifeguard extraordinaire, at your service, Esmeralda!”

A bunny-girl in a shark themed swimsuit walks up. Her dark hair frames a cute face and she has quite distracting girl abs, if Mona’s stares are any indication. She grouses to herself, “Ugh, it had to be the loud one.” Then, turning to the duo, she puts on a customer service smile, “Hello, cousin and mistress. Welcome to the Harem Hotel Megalodon Meet-up Experience! I’m Esmeralda and I’m here to introduce you to the wonderful world of megalodons, the official pet animal of Harem Hotel: Woo the Girl, Save the World!”

Mona snickers, “Wait, that has to be a joke, right? You wouldn’t give away giant prehistoric sharks as pets, would you?”

Esmeralda shrugs as she offers to help pull Ootah out of the slide entrance pool, “Mama Daphne did at least once already. Nobody died, at least permanently.”

Ootah takes the hand and helps Mona out of the pool as well. Harmony seems to find her own way out of the entrance pool, as she is now splashing around with the giant sharks.

“Uh, is that safe?” Mona asks.

“You betcha. Harmony may be a loudmouth, but she is an excellent swimmer. As long as you aren’t bleeding or swimming like an injured seal, you’ll be fine. You do know how to swim in a manner that doesn’t look like an injured seal to a shark, right?”

Mona stares pensively at Esmeralda’s abs. Ootah steps between them, partially to get Mona to stare at her (clearly superior) girl abs, partly to offer an encouragement, “Hey, I thought that swimming with giant sharks would be cool, but, if you aren’t up for it...”

“I was swimming about as well as I can. You think it was good enough?”

Oh. No. Absolutely not. Ootah rubs the back of her neck, trying to figure out a nice way to say it. Instead, Esmeralda pulls out a couple of spell scrolls. “Of course, if your date wants to purchase a premium experience, you could have some real fun. Why swim WITH sharks when you can swim AS sharks?”

Okay, that’s cool! Ootah looks down at the mistress, whose eyes are lit up like a midsummer night’s pyrotechnics display. Of course she pays for it.

Ootah: -50 BP

Esmeralda provides a spiel about the shark care they do here as they walk around to the platform that overlooks the megalodon tank. Mona is listening intently; Ootah is taking in the sights: these sharks are huge, like three times the size of the normal Dire Sharks Ootah has read about. Harmony, who is “taller” than Mona, looks tiny compared to them. There is a small gift shop, with megalodon themed clothing and toys and whatnot. There is also a Wall of Adoptions, with a shark named Luigina featured as “Adopted Megalodon of the Month!”

The platform features a relatively small tank. Esmeralda walks them through the procedure. Ootah pays attention this time.

“Alright ladies. Here is how this is going to work. Step one, head into our shark observation tank. Then, we will fill it with seawater. Once there is enough in there, you will feel slash hear a klaxon. Pop the seal of your Scroll of Shapechange and focus on the megalodon. Your body will change into one and the tank door will open. You will swim around; don’t stop or you will suffocate. After you get used to it, we’ll start a feeding session, which should be a lot of fun. When you only have five minutes of shark time left, you will feel slash hear the klaxon again. That is your signal to return to our observation tank. You can drop concentration once we close the door. Understand?”

“Wait, I just bought us two impossible spell scrolls for just 50 BP? How...”

“Do you have any idea how many of these we have? Mama Daphne can make one of these in a week. And you didn’t buy them to go; we’d charge a whole lot more for that. You bought an experience, a supervised specific way to use said spells. Ready? Down you go.”

Ootah, still a little bit stunned, climbs down a ladder into the already half full tank. Mona is just above her. They tread water while they wait for the signal.

“Eeeeeeeh! So excited!” Mona squees, “I guess this is a really big deal?”

“These are ninth level spells, Mona. Most civilized spellcasters end up only being able to cast third level spells. This is something straight out of the stories about legendary monsters!”

“Oh. Then we better enjoy it? It’s not like we’ll get to the point where we can cast spells like this whenever, right?”

The klaxon sounds and they feel it vibrate them from the water. They pop the seals, casting the spell. The observation tank suddenly feels a lot smaller. The door opens; they swim out.

Okay, this is both frivolous and worth it!

Mineko

Mineko hesitates at the edge of the bubble water. It reminds her too much of a boiling pot. How can Slave Trainer Tegan and Andromeda just step in it?

“C’mon, Mineko, the water is adequate,” Andromeda encourages.

Mineko risks touching the bubble water with one of her toe beans. It’s hot, but not uncomfortably so. She risks a whole hind paw. Then the rest of her soon follows.

“What magic makes the water boil without scalding?”

Slave Trainer Tegan, head barely above water, almost purrs, “A bunch of jets blasting water into the tub. I got one positioned right between my shoulder blades and it feels sooooo good.”

The nekomata feels around in the water and finds one of the jets. She does as Slave Trainer Tegan suggested and sits in front of it. Her mind goes blank, the world narrowing to the warmth, the blast of water, and the rumbling of her purrs. Gooooood kitty...

When the world returns, she finds herself sitting between the water jets. “So,” Andromeda starts, “how are you liking the spa so far, you two?”

Mineko purrs then answers, “I think it is fun, but a different kind of fun than catching grasshoppers. Are there different kinds of fun? I am still learning about fun.”

Her slave friends look sad. Slave Trainer Tegan growls a little bit. “Did I say something wrong, S-Tegan?”

“No; I’m just mad about how you have been treated. To answer the first question, it is really nice, despite the perversions. I can see wanting this to be a regular thing.” Slave Trainer Tegan answers. “You?”

Andromeda looks like she thinks on the question, “I’m not sure. I generally don’t like people touching me, especially strangers. My sense of touch is returning, but it is still somewhat dampened. I’m not sure if I would enjoy it more or less if my sensitivity ever returns back to normal...”

Mineko is confused. Why would Andromeda object to being touched? Isn’t our purpose to be used as Owner-Mona wishes?

“Hey, none of that,” Slave Trainer Tegan snarls, “I don’t know what evil little thought those monsters forced on you is running through your head, but stop.”

Mineko laser focuses on Slave Trainer Tegan. The kitsune responds with a look of guilt, then a reply. “So, what is your date plan for Mona tomorrow?”

“To cook and clean and sexually service O-ow-Mona!”

That was not the correct answer, as Slave Trainer Tegan immediately snarls, “No.”

Andromeda elaborates, “Mineko, that plan is not going to work. The goal of your date is to build a relationship with Mona, not just show off what skills you can provide. You should think of things to do with Mona, not just things to do for Mona.”

Mineko’s ears press tight and her tails curl around her. “I am trying to be better. Does O-o-Mona not want me to cook or clean or service her?”

Slave Trainer Tegan snorts, “She will want to do something perverted with you, at a minimum.”

Again, Andromeda elaborates, “Some of that plan could work. You could cook her dinner. You could perform all sorts of bedroom activities with her. I doubt you can turn cleaning up the Suite into a good date activity, but you could try. But, you should do them because you want to, not because you feel like you are supposed to.”

“Wanting things is not something that I have been taught to do.”

“Then you have been taught wrong,” Slave Trainer Tegan declares.

Andromeda gently states, “Well, let’s talk about some things you could want to do...”

They sit in the warm bubble water, laying out suggestions for tomorrow night. Mineko listens, taking mental notes. I have been having “fun” with the others; I should have “fun” with Owner-Mona too!