Penny's Rescuers

Only a few minutes after Kevin and Elsie rushed upstairs, Tess watched as Stheno strolled after Blue out of The Long Rest. The blue-feathered woman had been talking about some kind of hall that caught the gorgon’s interest, but the white-haired selkie had been somewhat lost in thought and hadn’t caught many of the details.

She hadn’t yet been assigned one of the minor quests that week. Each person had only gotten one or two the week before, so that wasn’t much of a surprise, but it did leave her at loose ends—an unfamiliar sensation for someone who was used to filling her hours with study and swimming.

And occasionally, when I could find time for him, my boyfriend.

Tess hadn’t thought of Jeremy as much as she would have expected in the last week. The shock of the first few days had centered on the immediate effects of Lily’s transformation—and the horror of discovering that she’d been plucked out of her life to appear on a multidimensional reality sex show. She’d missed him, of course, but absent from her life, her boyfriend suddenly seemed unimportant.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t gotten along with Jeremy, Tess thought, but in hindsight he’d sort of just been the first boy who’d asked her out. It wasn’t as though their relationship had been particularly deep, and while he was a sweet boy they just hadn’t really had time to get attached.

Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a quiet voice calling from the hallway which led to their rooms.

“Help?”

All the contestant rooms were accessible from a series of portals that were accessible not far from the main room of The Long Rest. The destination of each portal was a room somewhere in the inn, but those seemed to be scattered across the building. Her own, the first week, looked out over the city’s rooftops. In contrast, the one she was sharing with Penny now was on the second floor. The doors were clustered conveniently close, though, and it was from their direction that the voice came.

It was no work at all to recognize it. Originally, the heightening of Tess’ senses from her Ranger ability diminished when Abby was brought out. Now that her sister was summoned permanently, that part of the transformation seemed to have become permanent—she could see farther and hear better.

All five senses were sharper, in fact, which turned out to be a mixed blessing. While it heightened her ability to enjoy the exotic foods and drinks available, it also meant that her skin picked up on the slightest brush of contact. Even a light breeze was enough to send pleasant chills down her spine, and while the sensations were pleasant enough, they were also distracting.

Tess was out of her seat the moment the word caught up to her. She noticed that Abby was a second slower to respond, but her sister rose to follow her when she took off towards the hallway at a jog.

The sight which greeted her wasn’t one she expected. The tall blonde siren of the group—Penny—was naked. She was also barely conscious, slumped so far over Elsie’s shoulder that the much smaller brownie was half enveloped by the curvaceous woman’s breasts. The smell of sweat and sex filled the hall, and since Elsie had clearly been freshly showered when she arrived no more than a few minutes before, it was obvious which one of the two it was.

A moan escaped Penny’s lips, and Tess reacted without thinking. She rushed forward. In between her first footstep and the second, her frame stretched as she instinctively transformed into her larger form.

Muscles rippled across her body as the gold cloth which covered her—its color having changed when Abby was officially added to the party—turned from its former appearance as a set of shorts and an athletic shirt into a short tunic which barely covered her powerful thighs. “Come on, let’s get her into our room. We can lay her down on the bed while we check her out.”

Tess didn’t know exactly what was going on, but it was obvious that Penny needed to be in bed. The siren was not a small woman—she wasn’t as tall as Tess even before she transformed, but she wasn’t exactly skinny—but the power of her transformation meant the white-haired athlete could easily scoop the other woman into a princess carry.

The tiny English girl sagged in relief as Tess turned and strode through the portal into her new room. Abby followed a moment later and then, once she’d caught her breath a little, so did Elsie.

Tess glanced over her shoulder at the comparatively tiny brunette. The English woman was half a decade older than she was, but still the closest in age to the two Joenson sisters. Despite that, they’d only had a handful of chances to really interact over the last few days. “What happened to her?”

She navigated the room easily—it wasn’t as though there was much furniture to trip over, and thanks to their Outfits somehow staying magically clean from day to day, it wasn’t as though the floor was littered with laundry.

Tess laid Penny down on the siren’s bed with care. There wasn’t anything obviously wrong with her, but she was clearly exhausted. The siren managed a slightly drowsy smile when she realized what was happening, but she appeared to be on the verge of passing out.

“She—I don’t have the full details, but apparently Hwa happened. Kevin said something about some transformations interacting, but I’m not sure which ones. It looked—and smelled—like the two had been—” Elsie glanced over at Abby for a moment and seemed to consider. Then she shrugged and blurted out bluntly, “They’d been having sex all night. Literally, I think. Hwa doesn’t seem to have let her get a wink of sleep.”

“Lucky.” The word shocked Tess when it escaped Abby’s lips. Her younger sister looked away rather than meet her eyes when she shot a glance at her in surprise, but then turned back and met her gaze with an expression that was almost defiant.

The exchange did not go unnoticed. While Penny seemed grateful just for the chance to collapse on her own bed and finally get some sleep, Elsie’s eyes flitted between the two Joenson sisters. The expression she wore was not one of judgment, though, nor of suspicion.

If anything, she seemed to be deliberating about something. Whatever it was, a moment later she seemed to have come to a conclusion, because the brownie changed topics entirely. She fixed her eyes on Abby and asked bluntly, “Okay, what is up here?” When the words were met by silence, Elsie went on, “I can tell that you need something—both of you—but neither of you are willing to admit it?” She paused, then added, “Alright, that last part is guesswork, but I’m pretty sure I’m interpreting what I feel correctly and both of you feel like you need to get something off your chests. I’m just taking that a step farther and extrapolating from the other needs I feel.”

Both Abby and Tess took a moment to stare at the brownie, who shrugged. “I’m doing my best to keep on top of everything. Lily saddled me with these abilities, I may as well try to use them.” She paused again, but as the silence stretched on, Elsie prompted, “That doesn’t mean that you should let yourselves get distracted, though.”

She wasn’t pushy, exactly, but Tess found herself suddenly trapped. It wasn’t as though she could deny what Elsie was saying, and especially now that the impetus to act which always accompanied her Psychic Warrior transformation was in full effect, she wasn’t really sure why she should try.

To her surprise, though, it was Abby who spoke up first. Even as Tess began to open her mouth to explain, her sister blurted out, “I need sex.”

That caught Tess off-guard, but Elsie simply nodded slowly. “I’ve been wondering about that. Ever since you arrived, it’s always been sort of in the back of my head. I had to figure that it was you, but I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. Some kind of hypersexual disorder?”

Abby shrugged, slightly sheepishly. “I—maybe?” Tess’s sister looked down at the floorboards, not meeting anyone’s gaze as she explained, “It’s been there most of my life. I didn’t ever really get along well with the other kids our age in our village, growing up, but I was always able to just take care of it myself. A couple of times a day, I could just duck away somewhere private and—you know—take care of myself. Now, though—”

“Tess would feel everything, so you haven’t been able to masturbate?” For all that Elsie’s words were slightly blunt, the English girl’s tone was gentle. Abby nodded, and the brownie looked over at Tess. “And yours?”

“I molested Abby a few days ago.” Tess said the words before she could stop herself. It had been hard to admit to Hazel, but saying it now—in front of not only her sister, but Elsie and the semi-conscious Penny—she could feel herself trying to hide from the truth.

She couldn’t. She knew that—had known that even before Abby had been pulled out forcefully by the audience’s vote—but a distant part of her wanted to run rather than speak the truth.

It was her transformation which made the difference. The same reduction of inhibitions which had pushed her into her shameful act now, ironically, helped her admit that it had happened. “I held her in my lap and fingered her. Familiar Bond meant I felt it too, and I used her to masturbate myself. The things I said—”

“And Abby, she hasn’t done that again?”

“No.”

The word escaped Abby’s lips in a miserable moan and Tess’ face fell. She knew it—she’d harmed her sister, no matter what Hazel said. **** her. She was the worst—

Tess’s thoughts were interrupted by Elsie’s next question. “And that’s why you’re feeling so pent up now?”

“Yes.” Abby’s answer was no louder than the last, but this one carried with it a hint of hope. Tess pulled her eyes from the floor, searching her younger sister’s face carefully.

Abby was smaller than Tess. Even without the transformation, her younger sister was shorter and built on more slender lines. Where Tess needed to work to build muscle to compete as a swimmer, her magical silver-haired sibling had simply inherited more of their mother’s magic.

Abby glided through water as though she’d been born to it, so she’d simply never needed to develop the powerful shoulders and thighs of her big sister. It left her looking young. Innocent.

****.

Tess had to tamp down on a surge of aggressive instinct that suddenly rose from somewhere within her. When she did, though, Elsie leaned forward with an expression of sudden interest. “It doesn’t sound like you molested her. It sounds like you had sex with her, and fulfilled a need that she had. Does that sound about right, Abby?”

Abby nodded. She didn’t add any words to the conversation, but her eyes were wide as she studied Tess’s transformed features. Her face—and she’d studied it extensively in the mirror—was still hers, even as her larger self. Her features were scaled up ever so slightly to fit the extra inches of height she carried, but it was the same face she’d worn since she’d become an adult.

Abby hadn’t ever looked at her like that before. Not that Tess remembered, at least. The vulnerability was there still, the innocence—and perhaps awkwardness—of someone who never quite fit into human society, but buried beneath it was a smoldering ember that threatened to ignite.

Tess could remember the night she’d molested—

The night she’d had sex with Abby. She could remember the things she said. She’d accused Abby of being the reason for her own weakness—her own sexual needs. Had blamed her sister rather than claiming ownership of her new body.

At the time, it had seemed like simple fact, but in the cold light of the following morning, Tess couldn’t look herself in the eye. She had thought that everything had been projection—an inadequate attempt to reconcile her actions with her feelings.

Now, she suddenly wondered if she’d been right all along. She could feel a twinge as her sex pulsed with need, and Tess realized that she wasn’t sure if it was actually her own abdomen she was sensing, or Abby’s.

“It seems to me as though you both think that you have a problem, but neither of you actually does. Abby needs sex. Tess, you clearly want to give it to her. Both of you have needs, and frankly, even if you were already sleeping with Kevin, it doesn’t sound like he’s going to have time to meet all of them.”

Both Joenson sisters suddenly turned to regard the brownie at the use of the Dungeon Master’s name. “I—what?”

Elsie shrugged. “You said you watched some of the other seasons of Harem Hotel, right?” The English woman waited until Tess nodded, then went on, “I haven’t actually watched the recordings—I’d love to borrow those, if I can—but I read through a bunch of transcripts when I first got here.” Her voice was matter of fact as she explained, “You are both going to wind up having sex with Kevin. You haven’t yet, but it doesn’t seem like you’re that opposed to the idea, right?”

When both Abby and Tess nodded their affirmation Elsie continued, “That’s not going to be enough if Abby needs sex daily, though. It will help when Kevin has time, but there are six other women in the harem who are going to demand his time.”

Tess felt a little uncomfortable at the blunt phrasing, but now that Lily’s duplicity had been revealed, it was hard to deny the facts of their situation. They might be dressed up as an adventuring party, but it was obvious that they were going to act as the DM’s harem one way or another. “Blue, for example. She is not going to be satisfied with a less than equal share of Kevin’s attention. That means that some days he simply isn’t going to be able to get to the two of you.”

“And you think that means I should—what, have sex with my sister?” Tess couldn’t help the slightly frantic edge that slipped into her voice. She’d been working her way up to having the conversation with Abby, but these weren’t the circumstances that she’d had in mind. This wasn’t the way she expected it to go, either. While there was less of Abby crying because of how Tess had abused her, which was nice, the way that Elsie was telling her to sleep with her baby sister felt so far removed from her life experiences that she just didn’t quite know how to cope.

Elsie nodded. “Yes.” She looked at Abby, and asked, “That works for you, right? The transformation—the way your senses are linked—there really isn’t a way for you to have sex that doesn’t involve Tess anymore. If that bothers you, we can try to find a way to keep the two of you separate while the other has sex. It won’t mean they won’t feel it, though, just that you won’t have to look them in the eye while they do.”

Abby hesitated, but any notion that she might deny Elsie’s words vanished when Tess realized that the clenching she felt within—the flutter of inner muscles squeezing on an empty voice—was not her own.

Her eighteen year old sister, innocent and beautiful, was horny. Hornier than Tess, even, and her blood was pumping as her transformation pushed her to action—to just dive into another sexual encounter, with one or both of the other girls in the room.

“I—” Abby paused, took a breath, then admitted, “Yes. I want that. N—need it.”

“Perfect.” Elsie turned to look directly at Tess. “I know you still aren’t comfortable with this. I need you to keep a couple of things in mind. The first is that this isn’t your fault. Lily set this up—all of this—when she **** Abby onto the show. That wasn’t even the audience’s decision, originally, it was hers. You know that she had to know exactly what she was doing, too. This wasn’t random chance.”

Tess grimaced slightly, but couldn’t deny the logic.

“The second is that just because it isn’t your fault, it doesn’t mean it isn’t your responsibility. You’ve been avoiding facing this, and Abby has been suffering as a result. That has to stop now. You’re going to have to do what it takes to make sure your sister’s needs are met.”

The white-haired selkie nodded. Some distant part of her, pushed to the back of her mind by her transformation, tried to hold her back, but that kind of indecision didn’t suit the two-meter-tall muscular dynamo that was Tess transformed. Instead, she rose from where she’d been sitting on the edge of Penny’s bed and strode across to her sister.

Abby had taken a seat on the bed they shared, while Elsie had remained standing just inside the portal door, but the latter fell from Tess’ mind as she focused on the silver-haired youth in front of her.

It was easy, most of the time, to just think of Abby as her annoying little sister. The too-perfect child her mother loved just that little bit more, because she was more selkie than human. Tess had inherited the magic, yes, but her father’s mortal nature had dominated her life. She felt brutish—like an ogre, towering over the slender slip of an elf that barely took up any space on the edge of the bed.

Tess reached a hand down, and cupped Abby’s cheek. She could feel the sensation through the bond they shared, the way her touch felt powerful against the delicate skin of her younger sister.

Abby’s eyes fluttered half-closed and she melted into the touch. Tess took a quick breath, then said, “If it’s been days, there’s no point in waiting. You’re okay with this? Really?” The closed eyes didn’t open, but Abby bit her lower lip gently and gave a slightly unsteady nod of assent. “Good enough.”

Tess let her base instincts take over. She let her hand slide down to Abby’s shoulder, then gently pushed the smaller woman back onto the bed. A moment later she was looming over the slender woman, one hand holding her down while the other began to reach towards her sister’s thighs.

When Abby was summoned, Tess’ outfit changed color from silver to gold. Her sister had inherited the original color, and the magical outfit behaved the same for both sisters as it changed form to suit the needs of her present circumstances.

In Abby’s case, that meant that while she’d worn a shirt and shorts when she walked into the room, by the time Tess’ fingers caressed up her sister’s hip it was bare. Without any need for conscious action, the Outfit the younger woman wore turned itself into a set of lacy silver lingerie that only technically concealed any part of her body. It hugged her pert breasts like a gossamer second skin, and the tiny scrap of fabric between her legs was so tight the individual lips of her pussy were easily visible.

Tess grinned.