R, P and G Part 2

New music began to play.

It wasn’t long before they were outside the gymnasium, where cheer tryouts were taking place.

“Not ideal,” Jake admitted, peeking through the doublewide gym doors at the girls in uniform all struggling to make the team.

One particular and very familiar cheerleader walked among the girls of various ages trying out.

“In what way?” Lindsey asked.

“They’re a bit busy to go up and do a full interrogation or whatever,” Jake said.

“Let’s think about this,” Rachel said. “There’s kind of two ways to go about figuring out if they’re up to something shady. Getting involved with tryouts, or searching the locker room.”

“Let’s split up!” Lindsey said. “I can go check out the locker room with you, Sabrina and Rachel can audition.”

Sabrina gave Lindsey a skeptical look, but Rachel nodded eagerly. They all turned to her.

“What?” She asked. “I was a cheerleader once upon a time.”

“Athlete I guess. Kinda makes sense,” Jake said. “You just didn’t seem like the type.”

Rachel smiled.

“Full of surprises, I guess. I don’t suppose you two could steal me up a uniform.”

“No need,” Lindsey said, casting a spell.

It shimmered around her body, forming Rachel’s clothes into a perfect copy of the short skirted, midriff-baring uniform with the blue, white and gold school colors. She had kneesocks, and sneakers to match.

“Okay, wow,” She said, looking down at herself. “Didn’t expect that.”

“Second level spell,” Lindsey said with a grin, “You’d be surprised how often fashion changing spells can come in handy.”

“You really are a DM nightmare, aren’t you?” Jake said, though he was smiling as he did it.

Lindsey answered with a wink.

“Come try me sometime.”

Their banter was interrupted by Sabrina, who gave Rachel’s ass a playful smack.

“Better get to it,” She said. “Time’s a wastin’.”

Rachel shot her an annoyed glance.

“And you’re not coming then, I take it?” She said.

Sabrina shook her head.

“No, I’m going to turn invisible and keep lookout,” She said. “I think Lindsey can hide pretty easy in her form, and I’m guessing you’ve got invisibility or something too, right?”

“Greater and lesser,” Lindsey agreed. “So, we ready to roll?”

They never got the chance, though. Before they could put their plan into action, a young woman stepped into the room.

(Religion, 12+9. Success)

She was a red haired girl in the school cheer uniform, with holes cut in the back to allow her angelic wings to spread from the back. Her normally blue eyes were shining orbs of light, and she gave off a faint, holy glow.

Loretta, but an aasimar. Likely some sort of commentary on how he’d viewed her when he was younger.

“What are you little freaks doing hanging outside my tryouts?” She asked, a hand on her hip.

(Persuasion, 2+6. Failure)

“Our friend was going to try out,” He said, pointing to Rachel. “We were…here to support here.”

He thought it was a convincing enough argument, but his roll was ass.

“Two girls who notoriously hate the cheerleaders, one guy, and the one hear trying out apparently got her hands on our uniform even though she didn’t sign up and isn’t on the team?” Loretta said. “Nice try, but what are you really doing here?”

Jake exchanged a look with his party members.

“Welp, I tried,” He said.

“I’ve got disguise person. Let’s get her!” Rachel said.

Faster than he would have believed possible, Loretta darted back through the gym doors, a long dagger appearing from a holster beneath her skirt. How the hell she’s hidden there, Jake had no idea.

“Get her?” He asked, moving forward through the doors as he drew his own weapon. “Are you kidding me?”

“Okay, so she’s a rogue,” Lindsey said apologetically. “I guess I probably should have said something about that.”

“I don’t even know what it means,” Rachel said. “She’s fast or something?”

Jake let them bicker. They were standing in the gym now, with most of the squad having turned to face them. Loretta stood next to the cheerleading coach; a nondescript woman. She’d made it all the way to the other side of the gym, which told Jake there might be a bit more going on with her kit than that of a bog standard rogue. She pointed at him and whispered in the coach’s ear.

As he looked at them, Jake felt a tingle. This coach was an evil creature. He stepped forward, placing himself between them and his allies, sword drawn, as all eyes in the gym turned toward them, and acted on an educated guess.

“Leah! Nice disguise. Is that what you looked like before you stole your sister’s looks, or is it just a really good disguise?”

“The fuck is he talking about?” Sabrina asked the other two, who only looked back in puzzlement.

The coach scowled.

“So you’d like to settle this in public, then,” She said. “Very well. You’ll deal with it in public as well.”

She blew on a whistle, which glowed with runes. In a flash of light, she’d returned to the form they all knew well.

“Holy shit,” Rachel said. “How’d you know?”

“Divine Sense,” He said. “It’s a paladin thing.”

Leah blew her whistle again. This time, all girls save for Loretta disappeared in a puff of smoke, banished from the fight. But two more figures appeared to replace them. Two familiar figures.

AJ stood more than a full foot taller than normal height; impressive for a woman who was already 6’0 in her bare feet. Her skin had changed from its natural Irish complexion to a mottled gray. But her hair, shortened to its old style, had kept its strawberry blonde, and the normal goliath tribal tattoos were her own from the real world. She wore hide armor that showed off her tall, toned body in surprisingly appealing ways. She wielded a greatsword even bigger than his own, resting it on her shoulder like a baseball bat.

The other was Amelia, human and dressed in a skimpy maid’s uniform as ever, with no weapons at all that he could see. Interesting.

[Insight, 19+2. Success.]

These were the women, Jake realized, that his current partners saw as suspect. He had no idea who had submitted who, but for most of them, he saw the logic. Lori was new to everyone, but based on what she’d done to her own husband, a player to the bone. Amelia was anyone’s do with as they pleased.

AJ was more troubling, though. Sure, she was sleeping with Leah, but that didn’t make her beholden to the woman. Then he thought of Dana the Psycho, and the almost pathological way AJ defended and kowtowed to her. Disturbing, but how would any of these girls know anything about all that?

He didn’t have any time to dwell on it. The three were lining up to face off against them.

[Between Heaven and Earth]

“Don’t be afraid to hit any of them,” Rachel reassured him. “We wouldn’t have done this if there was going to be a whole lot of blood and gore or whatever.”

That made sense, Jake supposed, even if he wasn’t sure how this gigantic sword in his hand was supposed to anything other than cut a person apart.

He took a deep breath.

“Let’s get to work,” He said, leveling the sword with both hands.

Then, they were moving. Faster than Jake could possibly have predicted from her, Amelia lunged, her arm transforming into a gigantic, clawed hairy paw as she advanced on Rachel.

Rachel half smiled and half snarled, twisting to catch the blow between her hands. She rolled her hips, and swung Amelia to the ground in a suplex. As the maid tried to pick herself up, Rachel delivered a flurry of kicks that pinned her back to the ground.

God she’s hot, Jake thought, in spite of himself. That all that ass kicking was currently packed into a cute cheerleader’s uniform only made her more appealing.

Then AJ was on top of him, swinging her enormous sword down one handed. He slid back out of the way, just in time to feel the breeze from a blow that should have opened him from shoulder to hip if he’d stood to take it.

Instead, it lodged into the ground, and Jake stepped up on top of it, throwing all his weight behind a counterblow that took AJ in the chest and sent her reeling.

“AJ, what the fuck?” He cried as he landed, “It’s me. What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” She said, with genuine pain in her eyes as she swung back, “I can’t help it. She’s entrancing.”

He shifted one hand off the hilt, and braced the flat backside of the blade. Only by doing it was he able to block her counterattack, and even that drove him to his knees.

He only caught a quick glimpse across the gym, but it was a telling one. A fireball exploded next to Lori, but she easily dodged out of the way, landing in a crouch before lunging at Lindsey. Her stiletto slashed once, missing, but Jake heard her cry out as Lori caught her on the back swing to send her cartwheeling through the air. Leah and Sabrina were in a battle of wills, the former trying to curse the lot of them while the latter burned one spell after another countering her. This was going badly. One of them needed to make something happen.

And it had to be him.

Rachel was nearest. She needed the least help, but Jake had spent enough time playing these games to know that made her the right choice. At the moment she was ducking and weaving around hairy blows from the huge paws that had replaced Amelia’s arms like a pro boxer.

He disengaged, hoping that would prevent AJ from attacking him as he left her reach. That mechanic never made any sense, practically, but it worked in the game, and it seemed to work here. He dashed forward and delivered two quick blows at Amelia. One raked across her arm, and she roared and stumbled away from that second.

But that was enough of an opening for Rachel, who lashed out with a kick almost too fast to follow to send her reeling prone.

“Jake! Look out!” She warned.

He didn’t need her to tell him that AJ was coming up behind him. He could feel the floorboards rattling as she did. He braced the greatsword against the ground, propping the hilt over his shoulder.

“Get her!” He said.

Rachel took the hint. She ran along and up the blade, ki charging in her fist. She lept off the end before diving down in a powerful meteor strike. It must have hit home, because he heard AJ bellow, and felt her stumble back behind them.

Amelia came for him next, but she was in bad shape. Jake focused on a power attack, throwing his whole weight into three powerful swings that brought her down.

The maid lay **** on the floor.

“Sorry, Amelia,” He muttered, patting her shoulder. “First out again.”

“Jake! Little help!” Rachel cried.

He turned too late, and a two handed blow from AJ sent her rolling across the gym. Jake gritted his teeth, and slammed his sword into the ground, leaving himself unarmed.

“Stop!” He said, raising his hands. “AJ, please! Don’t do this.”

Across the room, a burst of wild magic flowed forth from Lindsey’s tiny body, enveloping both her and Lori. The latter shrank down to the fairy’s size, while Lindsey grew to her natural height. Unfortunately, neither girl’s clothes changed with them, and Loretta fell into the heap of her cheer uniform while Lindsey exploded out of her dress.

He turned his attention back to AJ, who was drawing up her blade to bring down on him.

[Persuasion, 4+4. Failure.]

He groped for something to say.

“Could you like…not?” He blurted out, then winced.

“Sorry, friend,” She said, bringing the blade down.

That might have ended his dream right then and there, if not for Sabrina, who appeared next to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and they disappeared together just as the **** blow descended on the spot he’d been only a few moments ago.

Thunder roared through the gym, the sound dwarfing everything else inside. It was deafening in the enclosed space. From where he and Sabrina reappeared, up in the bleachers, he could see AJ reeling back in pain from it with her hands on her ears.

“Thank you. Fuck,” He said. “She had me.”

“Yeah,” Sabrina said with a wink, then gave him a smack on the ass. “Now get back in there. I’m running out of spells.”

Nearby, Lindsey swung her balled up uniform against the wall, presumably with Loretta inside.

“Fuckin’ sucks, doesn’t it!” She yelled out at it, and only seemed to notice her own nakedness once she was finished.

Fortunately, it was just in time to shrink back down to her original size, which also saved her from a swipe from AJ. Lindsey looked at her and blew a raspberry, before casting a spell. AJ vanished with a pop.

“Did you just fucking banish my best friend?” Jake asked, leaping down from the bleachers.

“Yeah,” Lindsey said, “This fight’s getting boring and we’re running out of time.”

He landed in a roll by his sword and pulled it up as they all gathered to face Leah.

“It’s five to one, Leah,” Jake said. “Give it up already.”

Leah only rolled her eyes.

“And where is the fun in that, love?” She asked. “If you want me in your little collection, you’re going to have to come and get me.”

He grinned.

“I was kind of hoping you’d say that,” He said.

Leah gave him a wink, then raised her hand to cast a spell…

[Master of Puppets]

A wave of power lashed out at them. Jake felt his body shifting, and clenched his teeth to fight off the effect.

[Wisdom, 20+0. Critical Success.]

For a brief moment, Jake felt himself becoming his sister or at least a feminine form very much like hers. His enhanced, powerful body reshaping itself into a feminine, willowy, frail one. But even though it targeted his weakest save, he was able to fight the effect off through sheer **** of will. He returned to his shape, staggering, just before the transformation would have completed.

His companions weren’t so lucky. Lindsey tumbled to the ground, her tiny form reduced to a sexy bronze statue in a cheesecake pose that clattered to the floor. Sabrina tried to burn what must have been one of her last spells to ward off the effect, but it overtook her anyway. She soon stood in fuzzy black lingerie, a cat ear headband adoring her head, a fake tail protruding from the panties, and a confused expression on her face.

“Mrow?” She asked, before dropping to all fours.

He watched Rachel’s body fill out even more than it already had, her breasts swelling and ass shaping into a bubble. Her musculature vanished, and her lips puffed out, and a vacant expression crossed her face. Then, she grit her teeth and the changes receded.

“You unbelievable bitch,” She growled.

That reaction felt a little too visceral to be entirely fabricated. He briefly wondered how much agency they’d left Leah in all this.

He and Rachel exchanged a glance, and then a nod. They charged forward to either side of her, then in for the attack.

_[Unchained Melody]_

Jake stood outside of his childhood home, which looked the same despite the fantasy setting he found himself in. Then again, this was a modern take. He walked up the familiar sidewalk path to the familiar.

It opened to a familiar living room, but an otherwise jaw dropping scene. Loretta was in her cheerleading uniform, glowing as she floated a few feet off the ground. She led another trio of angelic cheerleaders, all ones he recognized from his youth, in a chant for him as he entered. They performed a synchronized cheer for him as he entered. The result was probably meant to be sexy, but he found himself mildly embarrassed, instead.

That feeling vanished when Lori caught him in the eye and winked at him, cocking her hip show off her pale legs.

God help me, I really do want this, he thought. At least on some level.

He tried to suppress it.

“Any idea where my party is?” He asked her.

“Down in the basement,” She said, looking a bit disappointed.

Where else? Hadn’t that always been his hangout spot in the house?

“I might be back up,” He lied. “But I gotta see them first.”

He didn’t make it much farther than the kitchen when his second surprise hit him; Farrah, both of them wore short sundresses, one white with cherries, the other with red flowers, that gave them a doting housewife look that Jake again had to check his conscience for enjoying to the extent that he did.

The two bodies were working over one another, one wrapping things in leaves and flatbread, while the other worked over a stove, pulling everything from kabobs, to vegetables, to pots of rice.

“Farrah, this smells incredible,” He said.

He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he felt his stomach growl at the smells wafting from the stove and kitchen.

“You want a lavish wrap?” She asked, extending one to him.

Just at a glance, he could see meat, rice, tomatoes, and other vegetables, with a sauce poured over all of it. He wanted it more than any of the girls he’d seen on his way in, but waved his hand anyway.

“Only if there’s enough for the others,” He said, testing her new programming.

“Work in progress,” Her cherry-dress-body said as it packed vine leaves with a mixture of ground meat and spices. “I’ll have Leah send it down when it’s all ready.”

“Such a considerate boy,” Flower dress Farrah said, kissing him on the cheek. Then she stopped to whisper, “If you’re interested, I’ll be in the master bedroom after the meal.”

It was a sorely tempting offer, but he wanted to reward the ones who’d built all this for him rather than spending time with contestants he already had. Still, a curious side of him wondered whether or not ‘master bedroom’ meant his parent’s room, or what she’d be wearing if he went there.

No. Mission focused. Dance with the girl who brung you, as his Dad might have told him.

“I might take you up on that,” He lied again. “But team first.”

He passed through and down the basement staircase before he could be confronted with any further distractions.

At the bottom of the stairs, Jake found the same musty, poorly decorated basement he’d grown up in. A man cave designed by his father had been decorated in the robust brown, green and orange color palette that made up the late 70s to early 80s.

He found the girls bookending the coffee table, Sabrina and Rachel sitting opposite one another on the basement’s hideous, but extremely comfortable couches. Lindsey lounged against a throw pillow, stretching her tiny body with a yawn.

“Heya, hero,” She greeted as he entered.

“Hey guys,” Jake said, rolling his shoulder, still a bit stiff from the place where Amelia had clobbered it during their fight. “How we all feeling?”

“Better now that I’m not a paperweight,” Lindsey said. “That whole fight was embarrassing.”

“At least you got to spend it on the offensive,” Sabrina said. “Shit was embarrassing.”

“Let’s not dwell on the bad stuff,” Sabrina said. “I don’t wanna think of myself as a cat anymore than you do a decoration.”

“Guys, I can’t stress enough that this was amazing,” Jake said. “That intro in the Whirling in Rags was incredible, but it only got better from there. I can’t thank you guys enough for bringing this to life for me.”

Rachel shrugged.

“These two are the real maestros,” She said. “Sabrina came up with the Persona bit, and Lindsey did most of the work on D&D High here.”

“Maybe,” Jake agreed. “But you were also incredible. Watching you fight in both scenarios?”

He blew a chef’s kiss, and was cheered by the rare smile she gave him as he did. She was still wearing the cheer uniform she’d been in when she’d been kicking ass in the gym, and the way it showed off her strength and her beauty was tantalizing.

“Seriously,” He said. “This was amazing. All around. I don’t even care if it wasn’t sexy. It was an amazing experience.”

There was a rumbling down the stairs then, and a woman approached., Well…not a woman, per say, so much as a machine shaped like one. The metal that made up her body had been molded into plates that filled out all the contours of their gorgeous tormentor, down to the tone of her skin. She was naked, though given her Barbie-esque anatomy, that hardly mattered.

“I have your lunch,” Leah said, putting a large platter of Persian food on the table between them.

“Holy shit,” Lindsey marveled “Does Farrah always cook like this?”

“When the mood’s on her,” Jake said. “She’s a fucking good cook, she just doesn’t do it much.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Leah asked in her lilting accent.

Lilting? Why had he reached for lilting? He really was getting frustrated. Fortunately, one look at her face was all it took to cure him of any longing urges. It didn’t move, even when she spoke, and there was emptiness to her eyes that was unsettling.

“Uh, can you grab a round of…”

He glanced at the women around him.

“I’ll take a hard seltzer,” Rachel said.

It wasn’t the type of thing his folks would usually have stocked, but Leah only nodded at the request.

“Get me a beer,” Lindsey croaked, in the best impression of a drunk, sexist Midwest man she could as an 8 inch pixie.

They all gave their orders, and Leah retrieved them from the yellowed, wood paneled beer fridge in the corner, then distributed them to the obviously underage room.

“And say thank you for serving us,” Sabrina said, tossing an empty vine leaf at the robot.

It stuck to her shoulder, and she gave a bow, thanking them, before departing. It wasn’t the real Leah, and it was an emotionally dead, robotic version on top of that. But nonetheless, he felt bad for her.

“Guys, c’mon,” He said, “I know she’s a nightmare, but let’s not.”

Rachel smiled at him.

“This is why I like you, Cooper,” She said.

Sabrina rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t disagree in principle,” She said. “But also, fuck Leah.”

“Fuck Leah,” The three girls said in unison.

Jake remembered her dream, and the way he’d reacted to it in spite of himself.

“Fuck Leah,” He agreed, more to go along rather than any real conviction.

They settled into a comfortable, conversational vibe, then, talking about the game, and future plans to hang out with one another once this was done. Jake settled back and let them chat, enjoying the peace.

He was interrupted by a tug on his jeans. He turned to see Rachel staring up at him, uncharacteristically nervous.

“Hey, Rach. What’s up?”

“You’re probably thinking about who to make a pass at, right?”

He shrugged.

“I mean, I’m not unaware of the point of all this,” he said. “But for the moment, it’s just nice to see some of you guys enjoying yourselves.”

“This isn’t a no. Like, a forever type no,” She whispered. “But I’d prefer we talked it over when we meet back in the real world.”

He straightened.

“Of course,” he said. “There’s no pressure, Rach. I hope you know that.”

She shook her head.

“I never felt any,” She said. “But…well, we should talk.”

“Okay,” He agreed, balling a fist. “To the real world, then.”

“To the real world,” She agreed, bumping it. “I’m gonna go upstairs and look for Farrah. Thanks for being understanding.”

He met it, and she departed. He turned his attention to Sabrina. She leaned back, her long red legs crossed across the table. Jake tried, and failed, not to ogle them.

“Heya, Soldier,” She said. “You know, you really were awesome back there.”

“I…uh, thanks,” He said. “Although I probably would have been dropped if it weren’t for you absorbing all those spells Leah was trying to cast.”

She shrugged, the spaghetti strap of her top slipping off her shoulder.

“You are the hero,” Sabrina said, flashing him a wink, “That said…you’re still going to have to convince me.”

[Natural 1, critical failure]

“Would you like to make fuck with me?” Jake asked, his mouth moving against his instincts.

Sabrina blinked at him.

“I’m sorry, would I…what?” She asked.

Jake girded himself, but his mouth opened against his own will. He stood from the couch.

“Y’know, I’m saying you make me horny. Like…”

He pantomimed horns with his fingers, pantomiming her horns.

But Sabrina was burying her head in her hand.

Without looking, she lifted the other, forming a ball of golden light. It shot from her fingertips across the table, hitting him in the chest. Instantly, he was thrown back against the backboard.

Jake struggled into a sitting position, just in time to watch her skirt swishing up the stairs.

“I can’t believe I slept with that guy,” Sabrina said, shaking her head.

Jake groaned. A fucking nat one.

Suddenly, his vision was filled by Lindsey.

“Bet you appreciate the hero point system a bit more now, huh?”

He groaned, forcing himself upright.

“I have no idea what that means,” he said. “But I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself all the same.”

She giggled, then flashed a V with her tiny fingers.

“It means Pathfinder’s got your back,” She said. “Fuck up a roll, burn a hero point.”

Jake gave a tired laugh.

“Sure. I submit to you supremacy.”

“Good boy,” She said.

She fluttered over to his shoulder, meeting his gaze as he looked sideways with a faux-serious one.

“Seems you’re out of options, cowboy,” She said.

“I mean, I’m not opposed, Lindsey,” Jake said, motioning to his body. “I just see a bit of a…logistical issue.”

Lindsey tittered.

“Mr. Cooper,” she said in a teasing sing-song, “It’s very funny that you think I can’t address that.”

Jake sighed, smiled, then nodded.

“Take me away, gorgeous.”

And in a swirl of motion, and magic, he found himself shrunken down to her size, staring up at the basement guest bed. It towered over him, but now that he was down on her level, he could see some light coming through the otherside of the sheet skirt that stood between him and the space under the bed. Lindsey lifted it, and Jake followed her in.

“Ta da,” Lindsey said with an endearingly shy smile. “Take a look.”

He did, and it took his breath away.

[Forever Young]

The underside of the bed was laced with Christmas string lights that cast the world in a warm, beautiful multicolor. It illuminated a miniature bonsai garden, a coca-cola refrigerator, a finger bowling game that, at this scale, looked like its own alley. Several items of high end doll furniture had been moved down here, along with a plastic picnic bench that seemed to have come from a Barbie set. And at the front of it, a cell phone sat sideways, propped on a speaker in front of a set of couches.

Even for someone who’d spent that last couple of hours living in a fantasy world, this was a fantasy wonderland come to life.

“Lindsey…holy shit…” He whispered.

“I had some fun planning this all out,” She admitted. “I wish we could spend more time here, but…well…”

“Yeah. Reality calls,” He said. “If you can call the Island reality in the first place, anyway.”

“Come here,” She said, leading him around to the couch.

Jake chuckled.

“You planning on watching something?” He said in jest, but genuinely did find himself curious about what kind of media might exist in this world.

Lindsey gave him a smile.

“Not exactly what I had in mind,” She said.

She crawled across the couch to give him a kiss. He tried to pull back, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Too aggressive?” She asked.

“No. Not at all,” Jake said. He placed his hands on the small of her back and kissed her more confidently than he felt. “It’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing,” She said, sitting on her knees to face him.

He met her eyes, open and earnest.

“You didn’t bring me here to play therapist.”

She giggled.

“Come on, Jake,” She said. “I’m only in this because you spilled your guts in the back of my uber. Don’t hold on me now.”

He chuckled, then motioned back to the gorgeous display she’d set up down here.

“This is so fucking cool,” He repeated. “This setup, this dream, this whole thing you guys did for me. And it’s not just you! Farrah, Hannah and Emily, Julie…”

He trailed off before he said Lacy. Complicated feelings about that one…

“Sounds like a good problem to have,” Lindsey said.

“It is. And I’ve thought a couple times now, ‘why do I deserve this’?” He said. “And like…that’s a shitty thing to think, right? You all got kidnapped and roped into this, and I’m here thinking ‘man, how lucky am I that these girls are getting exploited for my amusement.’”

Her hand was on his face.

“Jake, you’re sweet. And it’s obvious you care about us,” She said. “But I’ve gotten to know these girls, and you’re right. You are one lucky son of a bitch.”

She leaned in close, pressing her body against his.

“But we’re lucky too, because this could have been so much worse for us,” She said. “And hey, this dream was just as awesome for us as it was for you. Even Rachel was really excited about this once we got to talking about it.”

“Well, thank you,” He said. “This round has really been incredible all around.”

Her grin turned impish.

“Well, I’m glad you’re having fun,” She said, “But I’m not here for the retrospective right now.”

She kissed him again, and his hands were roaming her body.

“You don’t wanna wait until we’re…y’know, normal and whatnot?” Jake asked.

“When you’re back in your Dad bod?” She teased. “Nah, I wanna fuck around with the big strong knight who saved the day earlier.”

“Mmm…I’ll show you Dad bod,” Jake said, running his fingers through her hair and pushing her gaze up to meet his. “Top or bottom?”

“I like to ride boys like a horse,” She said, guiding Jake to his back.

But it was Jake, stirred up from what felt like a whole day’s worth of excitement, who took control, gripping her hips and holding her in place. He didn’t even bother taking her dress off.

“Jake…ohmygod,” She groaned.

It didn’t take long for either of them. Her moment of climax, Lindsey arched her back, her wings beating furiously.

The collapsed on one another, and before he could open his mouth to compliment her, the dream began to fade.