Ootah Date 1, Part 4: Banging and Brain Things

Jenny

The rest was enlightening. Gaia and Jenny both spent the bulk of it trying to patch up their wounds. Some of the worst ones seem to seal up on their own by the time Gaia’s summoned beast fades away. We apparently have some sort of healing factor? Like that claw guy from the M-Dudes?

Tessa shouted at Daphne for an explanation of her ratfink features. The mermaid answered over the intercom. The good news is that the effect will go away when the delve is over. The bad news is that none of them have a way of removing the curse now. But, so long as she doesn’t masturbate, she won’t suffer any ill effects. Tessa looks painfully erect.

“Let’s find this Underdark monster, kill it, and get out of here,” Tessa sighs as they wrap up the rest.

The awkwardly nailed down door is a good indication that they are in the right direction. A couple of Eldritch Blasts, and the planks holding the door shut are crushed. Tessa carefully opens the door. Deeper down in the room is a... floating brain?

“What the hell is that?!?!?!” Gaia gasps. The thing reacts momentarily to the sound, then gets back to... whatever it is doing.

They take a few moments to observe the thing. A brain the size of a beach ball, with a large hawk’s beak sticking out between the frontal lobes and a number of barbed tentacles hanging limply from its underside. It captured and ate one of those big rats, snagging it with its tentacles and lifting it up to its beak. Gross...

When they finished observing, they begin the process of slaying it. Tessa spins, dips, delivers a couple of grazing slashes against the thing then spins further away. Gaia summons yet another green tiger, which makes a running leap, tearing several tentacles out. The commonality of those attacks was that neither had a good angle to hit the brain bit. Jenny tries a spell called Earthbind to solve the problem. Yellow cords pull the thing down, but with a little too much slack; she doesn’t get the thing prone, but it being stuck on the ground might be enough.

The thing pulls itself on the ground, then gets a tentacle lash on Tessa. Then, a couple of those rats start to run towards them from deeper in the mine. Tessa and Gaia’s tiger get one rat down; Gaia herself hit the other. Jenny isn’t fast enough to fire off a shot, so the rat just keeps going.

Tessa looks to hold a leaping slash, waiting for the others to win. Gaia certainly tries. She whips, splitting a lobe of the brain thing, and her summon gets a hit in. The thing is on its last legs. Jenny fires off an Eldritch Blast. The thing falls away. Jenny also shoots the tail off of the escaping rat before some kind of fanfare plays.

Tessa: +5 XP (Killed 4 Level 1 creatures, x0.25 penalty [overleveled], Killed 4 Level 2 creatures, x0.5 penalty [overleveled])

Gaia: +2 XP (Killed 4 Level 1 creatures, x0.25 penalty [overleveled], Killed 1 Level 2 creature, x0.5 penalty [overleveled])

Gaia: Weekly Bounty Complete! Complete a Delve +20 BP

Jenny: +3 XP (Killed 1 Level 1 creature, x0.25 penalty [overleveled], Killed 1 Level 2 creature, x0.5 penalty [overleveled], Killed 1 Level 3 creature, x0.75 penalty [overleveled], all rounded down at the end)

Jenny: Weekly Bounty Complete! Complete a Delve +20 BP

Mona: Weekly Bounty Update – Ensure that each contestant successfully completes a delve (9/10)

A piece of paper and a rod that appears to be made of twisted ivy vines both pop out of where the brain thing was. “I guess that’s mine?” Jenny asks, as she bends to pick it up.

Tessa sighs in relief as they exit the scenario and the rat bits fade away. She shouts up the stairs, “Well, that was horrifying. Next time, Daph, no creepy rat-person curses!”

Gaia checks the piece of paper. “Hey,” she also complains up the stairs, “The little chubby guy promised me a gold! I was going to return it to the earth where it belongs!”

Jenny and Tessa share an eye roll. Tessa asks, in an effort to redirect the former terrorist, “What’s the note say?”

“That we are supposed to split 240 BP.”

There is a little tension. Tessa and Gaia are both looking to pick up some transformations, too. They each end up getting 100 BP and Jenny gets the rest. The three of them head upstairs. Gaia slips into the Summer Room, waving goodnight. Tessa and Jenny retire to the Autumn Room. Andromeda, lazily slumped in bed, is waiting.

“What you three get up to?” Jenny asks.

“Spa. Talked Mineko through maybe doing a proper date tomorrow. How’d the delve go?”

They share the strangeness. Andromeda contemplates it, focusing on the brain tentacle thing a little too much. She takes the time to Identify Jenny’s new toy. It seems pretty good?

Rod of Vines [Tier 1] – Arcane Focus. This arcane focus can be used as a club. In addition, once per long rest, the wielder can use the rod to regain SP equal to the cost of a pact magic spell the wielder can cast. This tiered magic item will increase in power as Jenny increases in her tier level. Next tier level bonus unlocks at Level 10.

The three start to get ready for bed. Jenny snuggles into Tessa’s hug once it’s been offered. She sighs, hoping for a nightmare-free night. She closes her eyes. Morning will come soon.

Craigetta

Craigetta exited the hoard room of her Mistress Glitterdust on her assigned mission. The dragon breathed out this lovely pink gas that made Craigetta feel all tingly, then she was ordered to “show those gross boys out there how much happier you are as a sexy woman!”

So, that is what she did.

She skipped and bounded through the halls of the castle, winking and flirting with the male beastkin guards she ran into. Since she’s no disgusting dyke like the Hotel staff, she tries her hardest to get them at their hardest. For some reason, she is incredibly horny. Hornier than she has ever been as a boy. Mistress Glitterdust dressed Craigetta in such a cute outfit and the panties she is wearing are soaked with her juices. Her nipples are hot and hard enough to cut through butter. She tried to use them to cut through a wolf-guy’s plate mail. It both didn’t work (no hearts carved into it) and did work (he groped her ass and kissed her real good!) at the same time.

She doesn’t know how she ended up in the barracks, but she got herself there. She’s on her knees, like a good slut, maw lewdly open. The off-duty guards are forming a queue. The first one, a tiger-guy with a massive dick, is stroking himself off to get fully hard. Craigetta watches, utterly enraptured. It’s so big! I hope I can handle it! I’d hate to be a worthless loser slut that can’t handle a man’s dick!

He thrusts into her mouth without hesitation. He face fucks her; there is no other description. He thrusts, in and out, slamming into the back of her throat. Thick mucusy drool oozes out of the corners of her mouth. Her eyes water. Sooooo much cooooooock!

When the dam breaks, he fills her mouth with what feels like gallons of cum. One orgasm, the first she has had since being kidnapped by the blue dyke, rips through her. She sees stars, such spectacular stars!

When she returns to her body, another yummy boy is already using her mouth pussy, not a care for her concern as is right and proper. Sluts should be used, not coddled. The cycle seems to go on forever. A series of boys shoving their massive members into her mouth, cumming, making her cum, then letting the next in line have a turn.

Then, the cycle changes. Craigetta’s time is up. One moment, she is blissfully sucking on a large wolf-guy cock; the next, he realizes that he is on his knees with some fag in his mouth. A combination of confusion and a nagging urge not to antagonize the dyke when he’s so close to overthrowing her stops him from immediately chomping down.

Craig sputters, mouth too full to form words properly, “Staaaawp!”

The fag starts to withdraw, only for the unwanted intruder in Craig’s mouth to explode. A torrent of cum fills his mouth and drips down his front. He swallows what he can’t spit out, just so he doesn’t drown in it.

Craig: Daily Task Complete! Blow a guy and swallow like a good girl +20 BP

That does it! Before he even thinks, he leans forward and snaps his jaws. The fleshy bit he sinks his teeth into tastes better than he expected. The guy screams, holding himself.

All of them react, going to attention; in the case of the injured one, he gets as close to attention as he can while holding himself. Craig feels a hard smack on the back of the head and the chunk of flesh plops out of his mouth. Craig shudders once he sees what he has just done.

He expects the blue dyke’s voice. It seems to be a different one, as a lower (but still recognizable) female voice growls, “You, scoop the rest of yourself up and report to the Hatchery. Honey will put you back together. Sergeant, you better have a damn good explanation for all of this.”

“The gnoll offered to blow all of us to show how much he likes being a woman?” some tiger-guy shrugs.

The bikini elf dyke leans in real close to Craig, hissing, “How’s it feel, losing control of your actions, finding yourself in a sexual situation you may not have chosen normally, and then begging for it to stop? Think on that, while I deal with my men.”

Craig does not pay attention to the barking barrage the bikini bitch bombards upon the assembled troops. He is too busy fuming. Fucking dyke skank bitch. What does she know about this? The chubby Asian slut should have cum on my dick repeatedly that night. Not my fault she’s fucking defective. I bet those guys aren’t even gonna be really punished.

The point of a blade to his throat returns him to facing reality. “Come along, Craig.”

The bitch escorts him out of the barracks, a hand to an ear piece. The blue dyke freak meets them in the hallway before getting back to the Hotel, a set of Craig’s clothes in hand. She sighs, pokes a finger at his forehead, and does some magic shit. When she withdraws it, she looks somewhat relieved, which pisses Craig off.

“So,” the freak begins, tossing him his clothes, “Glitterdust actually showed some restraint, which is a pleasant surprise. She only cast Geas at base level.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Craig growls, already trying to get out of this fag girlie outfit the crazy dragon skank put him in.

“It means that you are compelled to follow her command for the next month, on pain of a very excessive overkill death, instead of for the next year. So, here is what I am going to offer you. You want out of my pet dragon’s clutches early, all you have to do is go apologize to Mona and mean it. I’ll free you as soon as it is done. You’ll hopefully get enough XP to get you back in the game, too.”

Craig barks, “Fuck you! You’re going to leave me under that psycho’s control until I apologize for Mona’s failure?”

“Yup. I did warn you, repeatedly, not to go in there, did I not? Actions have consequences.”

Craig glares at the dyke. The dragon freak promised me PP. I just need to suffer under this long enough to get Mona under my control. Then, I can use the rat freak cannon fodder and my fatass puppet to get my revenge. He snarls as she sighs when he starts to stomp away.

Mona

Mona is nuzzling into Ootah’s big strong arms as they head towards the Mistress Suite. The smell of various marine creature viscera covers both of them, but Mona doesn’t mind. She is only slightly annoyed at the sticky sensation of congealing fish blood that is lightly coating a good portion of both of them. Still, the adrenaline of being a part of an actual feeding frenzy is still buzzing through her.

Mona: Daily Bonus Objective complete! No teleporting +10 BP

Mona: Daily Bonus Objective complete! Follow Diet on her date +10 BP

Ootah: +2 XP (Princess Carry the Mistress)

“You see me shred that dolphin, Ootah!”

“I did. I thought you would be more squeamish about it, actually.”

“Well, we WERE giant prehistoric sharks. I would probably be squicked out if you asked me to shred a dolphin now.”

Mona of course uses Thaumaturgy to open the Suite door. Ootah does not have to stop as she marches them to the bathroom. Despite how quickly Prestidigitation can clean them, the orc insisted that they shower together instead. The shower heads are turned on and they strip out of their fish gunk covered swimsuits.

The warm water turns pink as it travels down their curves. Ootah, the silly goose, grabs a bottle of conditioner BEFORE using shampoo. Mona uses Mage Hand to pick up the right bottle and hand it to the orc.

“Magic show-off,” Ootah teases, then, more seriously, “What’s the difference?”

“Shampoo washes hair. Conditioner moisturizes it. Shampoo can strip out the conditioner, so you use it first.”

“So, not only has your world learned how to liquefy soap, you make two different kinds to put in your hair?”

Mona shrugs, “Yes?”

“Wow.”

A surprising amount of shower time is spent talking about hair care, as Ootah peppers Mona with questions about the various bottles she has in the shower. This world apparently uses bar soap for everything. That has to be miserable! They certainly use “washing each other” as an excuse to grope. Ootah seems happy that Mona likes her green boobs. They aren’t as big as Tegan’s or mine, but I wouldn’t turn down boobs...

So, naked, damp, and a little horny, the duo finds themselves in the bedroom. Mona starts to get a little nervous. “Uhm... sooooo... bedroom time...”

Ootah hops onto the edge of the mattress, her 16 inch futacock jutting erect, just barely too short to nestle between her cleavage. She wiggles her hips and Mona follows the waggling boobs and cock with her eyes. “What are you wanting to do, Mistress?”

“Not being broken by you?”

“I might be a virgin, Mona, but I’m not that incompetent. I know I am way bigger than you. But, you can just enjoy what parts of me will fit. It won’t offend me that I can’t go all the way in you yet.”

Mona gulps, “Yet?”

“You obviously like a big cock. If you need evidence, you haven’t made eye contact with me since we got in the shower. Surely a transformation that would let you fully ride me will show up at some point?”

That is a good point. I mean, Craig had one in the initial vote. Mona nods hesitantly.

“So, warg style?”

So, Mona finds herself on her hands and knees, like with Craig. She’s about to object, ask to try something else, when she sees just how far away Ootah is starting. The orc is not standing close enough to smack her hips into Mona’s plump rear. She’s a solid foot away, her tip teasing the opening to Mona’s lower lips.

“You okay, Mona?”

She nods.

“Tell me to stop, and I stop.”

She pauses for a moment, then tentatively presses herself in. That monster cock is inside her, at least partway. It’s sooo thick; she feels the stretch inside her and likes it. It encroaches, pressing forward. Mona groans from the pleasant widening of her inner walls. Ootah just barely bumps into Mona’s cervix, then waits. The Mistress looks over her shoulder, a little disappointed that there is soooo much cock left out.

“We good, Mistress?” Ootah asks.

Mona nods, biting her lower lip. Then Ootah starts to move again. The pistoning starts slow, unhurried. Mona can’t tell if it’s from Ootah wanting to be gentle or just trying to get used to it. The orc pulls about halfway out, grinding her cock head across Mona’s special spot, then pushes forward, kissing her cervical entrance with the tip. She feels so full and is ecstatic about it. When she looks back and sees most of Ootah still outside her, she feels a little disappointed in herself.

Ootah notices. She purrs, voice husky with arousal, “Don’t, Mistress. My cock is designed to implant eggs deep into the colons of elvenoids. As much as I would like to slam my hips into this lovely booty,” she pauses to give it a couple of spanks, “I would much rather our first time together be enjoyable for you. You’ll get me to cum. You are soooo tight!”

Mona squeezes tighter on the green intruder. Ootah responds by twitching inside her, still going in that slow, relentless pace. Where Winter and Gaia got Mona to the edge through speed, Ootah is getting Mona through pure inevitable force.

“I know you somehow control what happens with it, but inside or out?” Ootah grunts.

Wha?

“When I cum? Inside or out?”

Before Mona could answer, the world seems to slow down. A voice that sounds like Ootah rings in her head: Would you like for this sexual encounter to end with a fertilized egg laid inside you?”

Both knowing how to respond and being utterly confused by it at the same time, Mona answers: No thank you?

Things speed up again, right as a torrent of orc cum blasts into Mona’s womb. There is sooo much of it! It feels like her stomach swells a little. Ootah immediately pulls out and rushes to face Mona, who is too busy riding the force of her climax to realize what Ootah is doing. Orc seed seeps out of Mona’s well serviced snatch.

Mona: Weekly Task Update: Have Penetrative Sex with At Least Half of the Contestants (3/5)

Ootah: +10 XP (Vaginal Sex with Mistress [Warg Style?])

Ootah: +8 XP (Creampie the Mistress, x4 bonus [first time both participants])

Ootah apologizes as soon as it looks like Mona is back from the throes of her orgasm. “Sorry. Thought I could hold out longer.”

“Wha?”

Ootah repeats herself. Mona smiles, then flips onto her back. Her belly is a bit swollen and sloshy, like she drank too much water at once and is waiting for it to be absorbed. “Wow, you got a lot of spunk in me.”

“Yeah. You okay?”

Mona giggles, “Feels good, if sticky. You okay? Looked like I couldn’t do what you needed me to twice today.”

Ootah is still erect. “You did great. We will both get better, so stop acting like you have to be perfect at sex or a failure.”

“But...”

Ootah climbs onto the bed, wrapping an arm around Mona. The Mistress finds herself pulled into Ootah’s body, that big meaty cock wedged between Mona’s thighs. Ootah murmurs into Mona’s ear, “But nothing Mistress. You were good. Tonight was good. Look me in the eyes if you don’t believe me.”

It’s awkward to shift her head back enough to see those amber colored eyes, but Mona does. She sees Ootah’s slight frustrations and her deep sexual satisfaction. “Are you sure I was good? You are a bit frustrated...”

“...At my own performance and your insistence that you did worse than you actually did. Now, go to sleep, Mistress. And, if you wake up first, I would not mind being woken up by you wringing out my cock with these thighs.” Ootah gives Mona’s thighs a solid squeeze for a moment, then returns to holding her in a spooning position.

Mona squirms deeper into Ootah’s embrace, enjoying the feeling of orc spunk oozing out of her. I don’t have to be perfect, but I want to be better. I hope that I can be enough for all of them.