Party 2, Part 1: Another Chapter Where The Gang Heads To The Bar

Daphne

I love it when my Beloved carries me like this. And she’s going a little faster now now that I’m not so big! This is great!

Daphne continues to dote on her Harper as she’s carried into the tavern, a little sign by the door saying it’s reserved for a private party. Looks like Scarlet and Josie found some streamers? Oooooh, and party hats? I want a party hat! So, when Harper passes by them, Daphne snatches one and slips it on. The elastic band looped under her chin keeps it in place. With a point of the mermaid’s finger, Harper continues to carry Daphne to the bar.

Daphne puts in an order, “Heya, cousin! A round of Crab Trapper for the harem!”

“Of course, Daphne. Glad you’re back on the good side of the frenzy. Enjoy!”

Daphne pouts a little as Harper sets her down, but smiles as she carries the tray of whiskey to the big table. Bar food galore has been ordered and served. Aelene nervously sits by Dinah, who is really grabby at Harper right now. Harper looks ashamed. Poor Beloved goofed with her transformation, I suppose. Crab Trapper will cheer her up!

Mattie and Skye enter the bar as Daphne sits down on the other side of Aelene.

“The ore will smelt overnight in the autonomic smelter. I’ll identify the metal in the morning. Patience.”

“I heard you, Mrs. Skye, I just want to get to gun-making.” Skye makes a face of disgust at that, but it seems Mattie doesn’t see it.

Tina bounds up to the stage, “Hey, everyone! Time to party. Ooooh, shots!” Josie and Scarlet are soon behind her. Everyone (save Dinah, who is too busy trying to get pregnant to be interested in booze) grabs a shot glass.

“Yasou!” the mermaid exclaims and then downs her shot glass. Most of the others did not enjoy it nearly as much as she did.

“Of course Daphne’s drink of choice is something as weird as crab flavored bourbon,” Josie moans.

Yum!

“It is impolite to refuse an offered drink due to cultural differences, good luchtoni.”

“What’s a luchtoni?”

Before Aelene can start, Harper says, “Executive summary, the name of the wolf-girl species from Aelene’s and, I guess, my world.”

Before Aelene can add to it, Auntie splashes up from a staff tube and shimmies her way to the last shot. She downs it with a smile, then greets, “Hello, Mistress and sluts. It’s Ariel, your favorite mermaid host. We are so excited to introduce a new feature for dates! Each date will now have secret quests, tasks for each date goer to complete for neat extra prizes. The date hostess gets an extra goodie for completing hers. Harper, since this would be your one chance to host a thing this round, you get to host this party. Here you go.”

A slip of paper appears in each of the girl’s hands. Daphne, of course, reads hers immediately: Daphne’s Party Quest: Kiss the not-cloacas of at least half of your harem-sisters (they must consent to the kiss). Prize: 1 VP per unique kiss on a harem-sister’s clit tonight, 2 VP for kissing the Mistress’s clit tonight. She’s about to blurt out hers when Ariel adds, “Now, now, now, my runty little niece. Telling the others what your quest is will make it null and void. Would you want that?”

“No, Auntie.”

“Dumb breeder slut can’t read!” Dinah cries, “Why would dumb breeder slut need to read? She is only good to carry babies.”

“Here, I’ll put the words in your empty little mind.” Dinah smiles, apparently happy with her quest.

“So you know, you will need to complete your task before you leave the party for it to count. Some prizes give a little boost for tonight; those are active until you go to sleep back in the dorms or Master Suite. With that, enjoy the party.” Auntie Ariel shimmies over to Circe and orders a drink.

Skye

Skye is frankly kind of nervous about her quest. I barely even know this girl, yet they want me to do that? How do I even approach her about it?

She reads the slip again, hoping that the words have changed: Skye’s Party Quest: Get Aelene to agree to being tied up for reverie tonight. Prize: Earn VP with Aelene as if both of you have done the act with Harper already for tonight, with a 50% penalty if either of you have not. They have not.

“Um, can we do Evensong, then eat and do the party question thing before we devolve into debauchery?” Skye asks, her nerves present in her tone.

Ms. Mattie wiggles her eyebrows, “Oh, so you have a debauched quest, Mrs. Skye? Can’t wait to see it.”

“Cap’n, quiet please,” Harper politely orders, a worried look on her face. Did she get a perverted quest, too? “Scarlet, can we do all of that before you need to perform?”

Scarlet checks her slip of paper again. “I’ve already reported in. So, as long as I perform before the party is done, I’m good. Right, Circe?”

The bartending mermaid shouts back, “Right, Scarlet!”

“Any other objections to Skye’s agenda? I’m rather hungry myself.”

Skye is pleasantly surprised at the number of her family that joins in the Evensong. Her lovely lady wife, with her still too low voice, provides a lovely harmony. Ms. Aelene and Ms. Scarlet, though not too particularly familiar with the tune, add their voices well enough. Tina provides an off-key warble and lyrics from the wrong song in the wrong language; Skye’s surprised that Harper doesn’t chastise the bunny for it. Still, half of her family worshiping The Lady feels like an accomplishment.

Dinner is pleasant, too. Everyone (save Ms. Dinah, you seems too out of it with her lady love’s unfortunate use of her new transformation) seems to be enjoying each other’s company. The flirting is kind of on a lower than expected level, too.

Harper rattles off the party questions (food that reminds you of home, most attractive part of a woman, first celebrity crush, who made you realize you are gonna “chase skirts”) and asks each of us to just answer everything in turn. Harper’s answers are basically the same, except she definitely picks Pumyra as her celebrity crush. Skye answers next, partly to get it out of the way (she feels her answers are odd), partly just to set the pattern of going around the table. Ms. Scarlet helpfully answers the questions for Ms. Dinah after answering for herself. Then we get to Ms. Aelene.

“Every winter solstice, Mother throws a big feast for the entire city. She makes sure everyone gets a nice belly full of meats and cheeses and wine and all sorts of good things. We have this dish called Snow Cockatrice, where the bird is carefully roasted whole, minus the head of course, and then covered with this snow sauce. So good. I hope to share it all with you some time, though I never really learned to cook and have no idea how to make it. Unlike my betrothed, I do like something a little off of traditional elvenoid proportion; I especially like breasts that are large for elves, like, and excuse me if this offends, if my betrothed have breasts like the good hoppalong Tina, she would be perfect. I’m not sure exactly how to answer the celebrity crush question? I spent my entertainment time reading, not watching television. If you would accept a character from one of my books, my first crush would be Princess Xanaphia from ‘My Stepsister Reincarnated as a Human and has to Save the World’. To my shame, I would often touch myself to the hot springs scene where Xanaphia first kissed Kalyee.”

For the last question, Ms. Aelene answers by describing the reproductive and lifespan realities of elves in her world. She simply accepts that, if she wants long-term companionship, she has to seek it from other female elves. The answer disturbs Skye slightly. Not the idea than males are inappropriate as romantic companionship, of course; more the biological issues. Something to think about when someone wins the wish.

Ms. Daphne answers next, answers unchanged. Then, we get to the other new girl, who Skye is having a little difficulty liking, to her shame.

“My dad was a civilian contractor for the US Army Space Division. We spent most of my life living by the Redstone Arsenal in Huntsville. There was this amazing barbecue place that had the perfect Alabama White Chicken. I know most people think the sauce is weird, but it’s homey to me. I’ve been girl crazy for as long as I can remember. Totally got banned from the local Girl Scouts Brownie Troop for kissing another girl in second grade. Wasn’t the first girl I kissed, either. In fact, Daddy got me into shooting when the hormones started kicking in just to give me something other than skirts to focus on. I have to beat my personal best on the competitive handgun range by 50 points to get permission to ask a new girl out. First celebrity crush was Gadget from Rescue Rangers. I almost would have accepted a mouse-girl transformation just to cosplay her. Almost. I like them short and stacked. Teeth would be perfect if it wasn’t for the teeth. No offense.”

“No taken. I like my teeth. They’re sexy, right Beloved?” Ms. Daphne gives Harper a big, toothy grin.

“They are cute on you. Not sure how’d they’d look on me. Tina?”

After Tina and Josie answer, Scarlet gets up. “I’m going to get ready. Go spread yourselves out some. I want you all to get the full experience.”

Scarlet

Scarlet watches the harem spread out like she asked from the backstage. Daphne and Harper sit at a small 2-seater table in the “splash zone”, the seawater already flooding in. Her girlfriends sit together a little higher up, that Mattie lady prowling around them. Skye and Aelene find a spot far enough away, Skye whispering conspiratorially to the high elf. And Dinah, poor thing, is stuck between wanting to be as close to Harper as possible and not wanting to wade through the seawater.

The quest is given. The stage is set. Time to go.

“Ladieeees and... Ladies? Give it up for your stripping entertainment tonight, Scarlet!” Circe bellows, then starts the first song. Scarlet struts on stage as if she owns the place, which, in a sense, she kind of does. With a lovely split, Scarlet rolls herself up one of the poles. The manic desire to destroy burns inside of her, to the point where we wants to try something new, something a little arsonistic. With a bit of focus, she starts to cause her skimpy top to sizzle. With chants of “Burn it off, Burn it off” from her supportive girlfriends, the top catches fire, burning down to her cupless bra and magic pasties. Then the bra melts off too.

Hopping to the next pole, she makes sure Harper gets a good view of her crotch-less panties from underneath her basically a belt mini-skirt. Then she starts to catch those on fire, too. Scarlet notices that Daphne’s head is bobbing between Harper’s legs. Once those burn off, Scarlet is just clad in her magic stripper monk gear. With a double forward flip, she lands on her knee, leaving scorch marks on the stage as she slides towards the edge. A billowy cloud of steam hits as she pushes herself into the water. The water touching her skin actually makes her shiver. Strange, considering how warm the water used to feel.

Daphne: +4 VP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [Lick Lower Lips to Leaking] x2 bonus [First Time Mistress Participant])

Scarlet: +5 VP (Strip Tease for Mistress)

“Alright ladies! Special one-on-one time now. Harper gets a full service lap dance for free. The rest of you gotta pay. Please tip your sexy stripper sister generously.”

Scarlet keeps her quest in mind: Scarlet’s Party Quest: Earn 100 BP during your shift tonight. Prize: Increase the Work/Study girl bonus BP to 25% of your earnings for tonight. Time to make Mama some extra brain restoring money.

As the next song starts, Scarlet slides herself into Harper’s lap. The oread grinds into her lover’s crotch, letting her hands roam over her body. Little lines of steam radiate around their legs, their waists covered in saltwater. Harper starts to gently kiss Scarlet’s little obsidian protuberances.

“Kissing is extra, ladies.”

Between kisses, Harper offers, “I could stop.”

Nibbling on Harper’s ear, Scarlet whispers, “You better not, love. I’m enjoying it as much as you are.”

Scarlet’s lap dance devolves into a short make-out session (not that either of them are complaining), so she turns around for the next song and focuses on giving Harper a good grinding. Harper’s fingers feel so good caressing Scarlet’s curves. Scarlet arches her back to meet Harper’s lips one more time as the song ends.

Scarlet: +10 VP (Lap Dance x2 bonus [First Time Mistress Participant])

Harper fumbles with her phone as Scarlet turns her eyes to the fish. “Hey Daph, fancy a dance? My rates are reasonable.”

“Ha, ha, not exactly. I’m all fishy right now. If you want to show me a good time, how about you let me kiss you down there and then you give me a hand job like you gave Mom last night?”

“Can you not say it that way?”

“What? You made Mom feel so good with that hand job.”

“Just... just stop asking me to do you like I did your Mom. And pay me.”

Daphne: -25 BP

Daphne swims in between Scarlet’s legs and gives her a brief, but deep, kiss on her clit. Then she pulls herself up to be able to stare straight into Scarlet’s obsidian eyes, mouth agape. Scarlet carefully shoves her fingers into Daphne’s mouth, then fires off a Pulse of Pain straight into the mermaid’s throat. The fish collapses into Scarlet’s arms, a big, goofy grin in her mouth.

“Um, is Daph okay?”

“She’ll come to in like half an hour. It’ll be fine. Like I said, ki is super useful after my strip tease.”

Daphne floating comfortably in the water, the oread and the sea elf head in separate directions, one to her girlfriends, the other to her wife.

Mattie

Wow, did Red just will her top to catch fire? Damn. That is quite the party trick.

“Hey, Blondie, Abs, mind if I join you?”

“Nah, not right now,” Blondie declines.

Mattie, not one to just take no at face value, grabs a chair from another table and sits down all backwards cool. “Why not? I can be fun company.”

“A bunch of reasons, really.”

“Sure as?”

Abs speaks up for the first time, “I think you’re kind of a bitch. And, coming from me, that is a problem.”

That explains my dumb quest thing. Ugh. Mattie recalls her objective: Mattie’s Party Quest: Open up emotionally to your harem-sisters. Prize: 1 VP for every hug you receive tonight (hugs must be consensual). Now, how do I win these two over?

“I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong to either of you.”

“While Blondie is not the worst nickname I’ve ever had, it’s not great.”

“And Abs, really? But the real bitchiness is insulting Daphne about her teeth and the subtle sneer you’ve been addressing Skye with.”

“What’s wrong with how I’ve been dealing with Teeth?”

“Didn’t the one transformation doohickey say that you have a PhD? You can’t be that dense. Josie, don’t eat her, I’m going to go talk to Harper real quick.” Blondie walks away and is replaced by Red.

“Ladies, care for some one-on-one time with me?”

“Can you fix a bitch?”

“Josie, wow. Love ya, girl, but a little tact wouldn’t hurt. Buy her a dance and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Fine.” Sweet. Free lap dance.

Josie: -10 BP

Another song starts and Red straddles Mattie. She starts to grind and gyrate.

“So, about your habit to give out less than flattering nicknames.”

“You really want to know, Red?”

Red leans in real close, pressing her pasty covered breasts into Mattie’s thin latex. “Yes. I’m the closest thing to a shrink you’re going to find here. So, talk.”

“Well, Miss Shrink, it’s a coping mechanism. How many friends and family have you watched die in your arms? Of the 12 members of my rookie squad in Reaper Division, I’m the only one still alive. I saw most of them die right by me. And most of them did not even get a normal ‘took a bullet in the wrong spot’ kind of ****, you know, the kind where the family gets the body to bury. Jenkins was torn limb from limb by a tentacled freak. Ever watch a Venus flytrap the size of a man burst through someone’s chest like in Alien? Saw that twice. Two separate sites. Average life expectancy for a Reaper Division trooper is 3 missions, and that’s because lucky bitches like me keep surviving. So, excuse me for being fucking terrified of getting too close to anyone.”

Mattie feels an incredibly warm hug wrap around her like one of those space blankets they hand out for emergencies. And did she just cum all over my lap from hearing that? “And using our real names would make us feel too real for you. Oh... sorry... my first transformation makes me stupid horny whenever I try to use things from college. Look, you have nothing to fear. Harper is not going to let any of us die. And some of us have magic to bring people back from the brink of ****. I know Tina is not going to stop until she can bring someone back to life. So, real names, okay Mattie?”

Mattie: +1 VP (Got a Hug)

Scarlet: +2 VP (Lap Dance for a Slut)

Dinah

Dinah, in her addled state, could not understand what her prize meant. She did not care about it, to be honest. The words put into her head for her task was all that she cares about right now. She would be attempting to do it just for the sake of the act itself: Dinah’s Party Quest: Get pregnant with Mistress’s babies. Prize: Immunity to “Fudge the Roll” for the rest of the round.

So, once her Mistress left the steamy looking water, Dinah eagerly approached. She pleads, “Please, Mistress, fill your dumb breeder slut with your babies! She is just so dumb and useless, outside of carrying your babies. So, give them to me!”

“Dinah, I understand that you’re not quite yourself right now. Please hear me when I say that, until you’re back to normal, I will not be impregnating you. You can’t really consent to the act.”

“But, Mistress, I want to grow your babies in my belly. Please.” Dinah reaches out to touch her Mistress, only to feel all ouchie as she got close. Mistress splashes back into the water as if Dinah’s attempt to touch her hurt her as well.

Dinah doesn’t understand. Dinah can’t understand. So, she runs away, sobbing her little breeder slut eyes out. Out the tavern. To her bed. To her stuffed kitty. It’s the only one that can understand her.