Skye Date Night 1, Part 2: Breaking a Cardinal Rule of First Dates

Skye

This male has better table manners than I expected, Skye thinks as she carefully eats the last of her roast, I’ll give it that. She washed her face and sang the Evensong as she finished preparing dinner. Outside of the male complimenting her singing, which is odd, they ate in silence. The room is tense. She doesn’t know who is more on edge.

“How should we start this?” she finally asks, “I was not allowed to converse with any male, supervised or not, on the farm.”

“Well, do you want to test my knowledge of the Moonlit Dancer? My experience with your semi-co-religionists? My doubts? My fears?”

“Semi-co-religionists? What does that mean?”

“I suspect you do not like the terms I would use, but my understanding is that Gygaxism is not a monolithic thing. Just because one worships Oghma, like the majority of Gygaxians I have spent time with, does not mean one worships another deity described by the scholar Gygax. I shouldn’t lump you in where you do not wish to be associated.”

“Oghma? Who is that?”

“Short answer: the human god of non-magic nerds. I teach (taught? I don’t want to go back if we survive this, regardless) at a community college and there were essentially 2 types of full-time professors: human scum that plays the academia politics game very well and Oghma worshipers, usually Fifthists, whose passion for expanding knowledge just couldn’t be denied by said scum. Unfortunately for me, I fit neither category.”

“My mothers only taught me about The Lady of the Dance. Tell me what you know of her. We will see if it rings true.”

And describe the Goddess the male does. He spends time on things deemed unnecessary back home, how the Goddess loves Her father, the King of the Elves. How She would scour the Feywilds on merry hunts, shooting down foes with impeccable aim. How She is the de facto patroness of Those Who Harp. He spends time on things that matters: that the Spider betrayed Her, how the Spider stole Her sisters and brothers of the drow, how She went to save her people from the Spider alone. He does add details never mentioned back home, details she has only just read from her new prayer book: the Spider cursing a gift for the Goddess to give to the King of the Elves, how the King almost died at the Goddess’s hand due to said gift, how She swore off the use of the bow since she nearly killed the King with a single arrow, how She wasn’t exiled from the Feywilds, but left it’s safety to pursue Her people. He describes the virtues the Goddess ascribes: love of beauty, pursuit of excellence in arts, practical charity, never wasting a kill, restoring harmony among peoples.

“Why did my mothers leave so much of that out?” she asks. I understand that we were uninformed of many things about the Goddess, but how does this male know so much more than me? Was our understanding that incomplete?

“I couldn’t say. Again, apologizes for the terms, but I suspect you were raised a Thirdist.”

“I don’t know what those number words means.”

“When Gygax was recording, he was not trying to make a religious text, but a game. The game has editions, and some editions were written after Gygax stopped writing. Thirdists look primarily to the third iteration of the game for religious insight, the last edition he wrote for, though most are willing to dig into even older texts. Fifthists look to the latest edition and only the latest edition. Always a big kerfuffle when a Thirdist and a Fifthist got into an argument about which texts are canon. If I was to believe based on what Gygax wrote, I’d be a Thirdist, so you know.”

“What do you mean, if you would believe Gygax?”

“Never really liked second-hand accounts,” the male tersely replies, “To go back to your other question, the problem may be one of documents. Your mothers may not have had all of the religious texts they would consider valid expressions of truth. Relying on blurbs from random game manuals means, unless you happen to have all of said manuals, you will be missing something; that’s assuming, of course, that Gygax himself recorded everything necessary. This is especially true for Thirdists, as they are believing in texts no longer in publication and the information is more scattered; hundreds of magazine articles and paperbacks instead of a mere dozens of hardback books. The internet helps condense it somewhat, but then you are relying on copies of copies, as it were. Details get lost in summaries.”

“That seems to be the case.” Skye describes her time in the library, her epiphany there. The male looks curious. A weird expression for a male.

“And that Changedance book, it just fell as you prayed?”

“You doubt that it is a sign?”

“May be more a sign for me than for you. Again, the ritual is not for you.”

“What ritual is it, that it is not for a devoted follower of The Lady of the Dance?”

“You will need to read of the specifics in the book, for I only have a description from the internet. Again, details get lost in third-hand summaries. But, the elves in the Feywild were gender-fluid in a way. An elf could switch from male to female and back as the mood strikes. When the elves arrived on the material plane, they lost the ability, their forms solidified. The Changedance is a ritual to tap into that old fey magic to genderswap the participant. It is not for you because it’s primary purpose was to allow males to become priestesses. Male devotees desiring to become priestesses must perform the Changedance at least once. Depending on the texts you ascribe to, the male would either be required to stay female as long as they wished to serve or be allowed to change back and forth after spending a considerable number of years as a female full-time. Again, the Dancer is not a misandrist; while she believes women are more naturally connected to her dance, she does not forbid men from worshiping or serving her.”

“So, you’re saying I couldn’t do this Changedance.”

“No, I’m saying that you would have no reason or desire to. Do you want to experience being male?”

Eww, Skye thinks, then responds, “No. Do you want to be a woman?”

“I don’t think I am going to be given much of a choice on that matter. This game will **** it on me or **** all of you to do enough sex stuff with a man to keep you from the bad ends for contestants. The lesser evil is for me to bear the burden. We’re, what, three days in, and I already look like this? How long until the game molds me into something you would desire?”

“Well, if you could choose?”

“Does not matter one bit. I’m going to keep my promise from that gray void. I’m going to do whatever it takes to save as many of you as possible. But, I’ll need help to accept what happens, to feel like the sacrifice was worth it, to still feel like myself at the end.”

The male pauses for a minute. His face looks introspective, another weird expression for a male. He finally continues, “Tell you what, those books you got from the library are going to be better expressions of the faith than what Gygax complied. If you’ll give me the titles for those books, I’ll request a copy of each of them. We can read together. I promise to keep an open mind to the truths of the Dancer if you promise to do the same, even if that means outright rejecting what you grew up with. Deal?”

“Deal.” Skye doesn’t think about the “no-touch” field and goes to shake the male’s hand. It is the first time she ever intentionally touched a male. His hands are not as callused than she expected. Perhaps unsupervised males are softer?

She slides the Changedance book to the male. No wait. To Francis. If he is to become my true lady love, I need to start trying to love him now.

“You said this one was a sign for you. Keep it. May to find comfort in it. Now, if you don’t mind Francis, can I help make you presentable before the next part of the date? You are still too unkempt.”

Josie

Josie is frustrated, missing the jump for the fifth time. At least the old man would be doing worse at this, she mulls, I’m fucking pissed at that naked bunny. She starts her backstroke. The water does insane things when it laps up on her obliques, but it is worse on her six-pack. She is already about a third of a way to an orgasm and the other 2 real competitors are barely wet yet. She doesn’t even think that Tina has fallen once. She pulls herself up and starts climbing a set of monkey bars. Need more height to give me a chance.

The next water level height increase leads to a shaky jump, but she at least stays dry. Then she sees the nearest jump point once the water level rises is a solid 50 feet away. Fuck. She jumps early, landing short of her next perch and starts backstroking again. She desperately wants to touch herself, to rub her rising orgasm to completion. Instead, she gets more pissed as Tina makes that 50 ft jump effortlessly once the water rises. Josie smiles as she sees the blonde bunny almost overshoot the jump and nearly falls in some shallow water.

Another massive angle shift, this time 60 degrees. The bunny makes a wobbly jump; Josie lands short. Again. More swimming, more arousal. Her clothes are basically gone. I’m going to strangle her.

Another bad jump. Another swim. A decent jump. Her next spot to jump looks manageable; looks like things are in the water now. Sharks? No time to think; water’s rising. Nailed it!

Another manageable jump, this time she falls short. She feels hands stroke her once she hits the water, pulling her further down. One brushes her six-pack and it’s over. She screams in orgasmic frustration but doesn’t feel water fill her lungs. She feels energized. A ripped woman with small tits and a shark-toothed grin swims up and gives Josie a deep kiss. Josie feels her tongue in her mouth, hands squeezing her breasts, a lionfish patterned tail wrap around her waist?

She feels this woman’s voice in her head, “You tell the Master why you left yet or do I need to drag you to him?”

Josie starts to try talking, only for bubbles to come forth. The sharky woman smiles, “Just think really hard, dork.”

“Hey, that’s mean.”

The woman just shrugs.

“I had Skye deliver a note for me. Hopefully the Master gets it.”

“The small egg-sac girl? She seems responsible. Wanna mess with the other contestants or just make-out until the game is over?”

“Oh, I wanna drag that bunny girl down here sooo much.”

Francis

Why did I agree to this? It hurts so bad!

Skye: -4 VP (Cause Master Intense Pain [full body hair waxing] x2 Bonus [first time master participant])

Skye: +2 VP (But Master Looks So Smooth Now...)

Scarlet

Scarlet is feeling pretty good right now. She’s mostly avoided falling in the water and, as one of the least horny girls in the game (which really makes her feel odd; her dancing led her to be by far the most promiscuous member of her grad school friends), the water seems to affect her the least. The game leans on her strengths as a dancer too. She used to jumping from pole to pole; it is actually a part of her routine. She just pulled herself out of the water onto a bar that makes up one end of a swing set, only for the water to immediately rise up. She pushes herself up, feeling something grab at her foot. It barely misses and she fully gets out of the water. Only to see Tina balancing on the other swing set pole bar.

“Hey, roomie. Looking good?”

“Tina, how are you doing?”

“Great. I got map hops!”

Another sudden room shift, this time a 45 degree one, and Scarlet watches Tina bound up and grab onto the bottom of a slide clear of the water something like 60 ft away. Scarlet wobbly lands on one of those toddler swings with the big spring at the bottom, but watching Tina jump... There’s no way I can win this.

The shrill voice of their captor rings out, “C’mon. This is taking too long. I got ‘****, She Wrote’ to watch! One of you fail already!”

With nowhere to safely jump and a big dose of demotivation, Scarlet lands in the water. Most of her remaining clothes dissolve, which is a good thing, as something (A mermaid? Francis did mention the staff were mermaids...) tried to grab a fist-full of shirt before it fell apart. Her crotch is on fire. She pulls herself out of the water, only to see Tina land another jump, with a mermaid attempting to drag her down while she was in mid-air.

When the water rises again, Scarlet nails it. Tina does too, despite that mermaid trying to get her. Neither girl notices the giant balls of water fired at them. They both get blasted. The tiny scrap of clothes Scarlet still has is gone; both women quiver to resist their impending orgasms.

Another room flip. 180 degrees again. Scarlet watches as Tina dodges that insistent mermaid and a giant ball of water to make a kind of goofy looking super hero landing on the roof of a jungle gym. Scarlet, on the other hand, is hit midair. She squirts as the orgasm rocks her before she even hits the water. She doesn’t know exactly why she can breathe underwater once she hits, but she finds that she can. Hands grope her chest, her stomach, her tail? A voice pops up in her head, “Hey, wanna fool around? This water is affecting us too, you know!”

Scarlet blows bubbles as she watches the playground equipment suddenly sink back to their original positions and sizes. With nowhere to go, Tina splashes into the water and is instantly slammed into by that persistent mermaid. The voice of her molester notes, “Yeah, that gym girl is soooo mad. At least she finally got her prey. You haven’t answered me yet.”

The water is slowly draining from the room as she watches Josie ravage Tina’s snatch. Scarlet hasn’t seen anyone hate fuck someone before. She finally figures out the telepathy thing, responding to her groper, “Sure. I could use it.” The mermaid swims around her and the two start making out. Webbed fingers plunge into Scarlet’s sopping wet cunt as a rough tongue plunges equally hard into Scarlet’s mouth. Scarlet attempts to thrust on those fingers, but the motion is odd without legs. The redhead watches as Josie brings the bunny girl to orgasm again and again and again. Tina seems to be enjoying it. Soon enough, her mermaid captor brings her to another orgasm and starts to swim away. Her voice echoes in Scarlet’s head, “Name’s Daphne. You owe me one. Let me know when you are ready to deliver. Wink.”

Did she just think ‘Wink’ out loud?

The water is completely drained, leaving three very nude, very cold women splayed on the floor, legs returned, Josie’s face still buried in Tina’s crotch, not relenting for a second. Scarlet still feels her crotch on fire, yet can’t seem to calm down. And Beckie Petersen looms over them all.

Skye

Francis looks so much more presentable now that all that gross body hair has been removed. Of course, the supervised males at home are not such babies about being waxed. Maybe he just needs to get used to it? Or maybe unsupervised males are just too soft?

Skye always enjoyed playing the piano. Of all the arts she has trained in, piano was the one she felt she could do well. Singing is, of course, very important since The Lady requires prayers to be sung, but Skye always felt her voice too weak and too, for a lack of a better word, male. Her breath was too weak to play the flute well; her fingers too weak to strum on the family lyre. But piano? Piano she can play.

She started with some of the family hymns, of course, but couldn’t bring herself to sing them; she’d introduce each piece with title and a brief description of the meaning, but otherwise, she just played. She hoped against hope that Francis would know the words, but that was silly in retrospect. He sat in an overstuffed chair in his reading nook, since the piano was positioned so close to it, and started to read the book she gave him. She watched his face; his expression shifted around from curious, to bemused, then to contemplative. The males back on the farm generally didn’t emote. It’s strange watching the face of this unsupervised... No, stop demeaning him. He is to be your love. He can’t help that he is not in the right body yet.

At the end of each hymn, he’d clap politely, ask a few questions, but he wasn’t particularly engaged with the music. It was frustrating. “A good hymn is about the words, not the melody behind it,” he finally noted after Skye made a particularly loud huff, “I can tell you play very well, though.”

Switching to some of the classical pieces her birth mother made her learn was a good idea. He dog-eared the book, closed it, and stared intently. Towards the end, he actually joined her on the piano bench, flickering his gaze from her fingers, to the sheet music, to her eyes. He absorbed it all.

She hits the final notes of the Moonlight Sonata. Skye closes the lid to the piano keys. He gives her a wry looking smile.

“That was amazing. Best moment of the night. Always liked that piece. First CD I ever bought.”

What’s a CD? she wonders, then decides, He’s smiling. I’m not going to ask.

“If you don’t mind, I think I am ready for bed. If you can show me to the guest bed area...”

“Sorry, Skye, but I got to remind you of some bad news…”