Indigo Date Night 1, Part 1: Missing the Point

Indigo

Indigo feels muy caliente as she stands in the foyer of the Master Suite. After purchasing the Merch Master 9001 what feels like ages ago, she finally had time to use it. And she made a super smexy outfit for her date, if she says so herself. A midriff exposing cropped hoodie with her avatar lying across her breasts like an old timey lady painting in an old timey saloon, saying “Draw me like your foxy girls.” A matching miniskirt with a line of Firestarter mascots setting fire to the bottom hem. A thigh high sock made of a sheer material on her left leg and a calf high sock that (sort of) matches on the other; asymmetrical leg ware is all the rage in VStreemer fashion. A pair of chonky boots. And, of course, her new, permanent underwear, somewhat visible around her hips and tummy; in an effort to (maybe) appease it, Indigo decided to name it “Anilla”. Maybe not quite Spanish from her region of origin, but it is a pretty sounding way to talk about her binding.

She takes in the view from the suite. The suite is quiet, empty. It’s kind of spooky here.

Thinking of no better way to announce her arrival, she busts out her old reliable stream opening greeting, “Konnichi-rawr, Firestarter. It’s the ultimate sexpot of the Monstergirl Menagerie here, Inferno Vixen!”

Still no answer. Just before Indigo decides that this whole Harem Hotel thing is all an elaborate prank, she hears some old man in the kitchen, “Sorry Vix, lost track of time. Putting the finishing touches on dinner. Have a seat.”

Indigo shouts back, “Hey, viejito, you like a butler or something? There’s supposed to be some chica here that should already basically be in love with me. Just gotta reel her in, ya know?”

“Wouldn’t know anything about that. Just me here, Vix.”

“Real Firestarters call me Infi, not Vix, viejito.”

“If you remember right, I’m not that great of a Firestarter. You said so yourself during the opening. And I called you Vix then, too.”

“Sorry, I was in the middle of an existential crisis after doxxing myself. I wasn’t paying attention to the old lady voice coming from the box.”

“Lo siento. Yo no sabia”

Josie did say that The Master knew some Spanish. Maybe try some proper Spanish as a test? Maybe this viejito will slip up and tell me where he trapped the hottie.

Indigo rattles off a response, “Y, de todos modos, se supone que este programa se trata de mí anotando con una chica caliente, no con un viejito aburrido!”

“Habla más despacio, por favor. Mi español no es tan bueno.”

Indigo gives the same response, just slower.

The old man sounds annoyed, “No soy tan viejo. Tal vez sea lo suficientemente mayor como para ser tu padre.”

“No te llamo papi, viejito.”

Suddenly, Anilla strikes. Part of it coils around her body, the length growing and the loops tightening as it goes. Another section flips out from between her breasts, slips between her legs, and attaches itself to the ceiling, somehow. Indigo is rapidly flipped upside down and suspending a couple of feet above the floor. She finds herself unable to move, to speak. He last thing she sees before Anilla wraps around her eyes is some dude carrying a plate of food to the table. They both freak out at the same time.

Josie

Josie stares up to the darkening sky. She’s still fuming about that meeting after running around the island for most of the afternoon. The pervert pisses her off so much, partly because she reminds her of her younger, stupider days. While Josie was always able to hook-up with whatever woman took her fancy, she’d always push too far too fast and left her social life in ruin way too many times.

Am I falling into the same trap now?

The blasting chorus from t.A.T.u. interrupts her thoughts. Old Man, really? Again? Really should change that ringtone if calls are going to be a regular occurrence.

“Hey, old man, shouldn’t you be doing date things right now?”

“We kind of ran into a situation. I know you can’t explain why it happened, but can you tell me what to do to make it stop?”

Josie smirks, despite herself. She answers, “I’ll need to know what happened.”

Francis describes the scene as best as he can. Josie is laughing out loud by the end, “Oh, that’s hilarious. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but, c’mon. You gotta admit it’s funny.”

“Not helping, Josie,” Francis growls.

“Sorry. Sorry,” Josie tries to apologize, “Just figure out how to not be annoyed by her and she’ll be as good as new. Good luck. You’ll need it.”

With that, she hangs up. The stars are staring to come out. An alien night sky. Let’s just sit and enjoy the quiet for a bit longer. Then, maybe try for a threesome when I get back in.

Francis

Ok, just need to calm down a little. She’s just disappointed in me. That’s all. Breathe.

In. Hold It. Out. Repeat. Just focus on breathing.

Slowly, the rope looks like it’s loosening. Vix is lowered to the ground. The coils unravel, revealing a very scared girl.

“Lo siento. I guess I lost my cool a little. Name’s Francis. Your real name is Añil, right?”

The girl nods, tentatively.

“I made barbacoa. Or at least a gringo crock-pot version of it. Hungry? Have a seat while I get the rest of dinner out.”

The girl nods again, more sure. She takes a seat at the table, drooling slightly at the large pile of chopped beef. Francis grabs the rest of dinner: rice, charro beans, corn tortillas warmed on the griddle, and some expected garnishes (diced grilled onions, cilantro, a couple of toreado peppers, and cojita cheese). A selection of hot sauces are already on hand.

She makes a giant pile of food on her plate and starts to chow down. He grabs a more reasonable portion of the barbacoa and asks, “So, what should we talk about?”

“Mmmm... so good,” Vix exclaims, “Not as good as mi mama’s, but good. I’m cubana, not mexicana, b-t-dubs, so your seasoning is wrong. So, why aren’t you a maybe moderately hot chick that is already eating me out while I finish eating this out?”

“Let me guess. You missed the disgusting theme of the season when you had your crisis during the opening and you haven’t gotten along enough with the others to have them clue you in?”

Vix is stunned, her mouth agape. That looked like it hurt more than I intended.

So, it’s Francis’ turn to explain the grand theory he heard second hand. Vix looks strangely okay with it by the time he’s done.

“So, if I understand the game right,” Vix confirms in between bites, “We get to influence your whole gross old male to smexy young female transformation thingy and, in exchange, you get to save us from the worst of the transformations we are given. Could’ve used some of that this morning, viejito.”

“Your turn then, niña. What has the game done to you?”

“Oh, I got this super smexy body upgrade with a weird app thing no one wanted to test with me and my new rope ‘friend’, Anilla. Apparently, Anilla doesn’t like it when I annoy others. It gets rather clingy.”

“Ah. I see. I’ll try my best to not be annoyed then. What now?”

“Drinks? I could really use a Castro Muerto or two. Especially since you are going to test my app with me.”

“How are you eligible to drink? Aren’t you like 18?”

Vix pulls up an image of her photo ID on her phone. She snaps, “One, I’m 19. Two, you know the rules; I earned by adult status like 3 months into being a VStreemer. Booze me, viejito.” There it is; she has enough civilization contribution points to qualify as a full adult. Took me to 26 to get there.

Don’t be annoyed. Don’t be annoyed. Don’t be annoyed.

Heading to the kitchen, he finds a Castro Muerto already made, plus a double scotch, neat. Drinking tonight is going to be a bad idea, isn’t it? First alcoholic drink he’s had since the gym diet started. He takes a sip of his scotch. Well, if you’re gonna cheat, might as well be with something good. Mmm... peaty.

Skye

Skye finishes her Evensong, a little uncomfortable by having an audience. Ms. Dinah cornered her just before sunset and insisted on learning about her faith. While she is excited by spreading the word of The Lady, she’s nervous. Between her nature, her lack of training, and the revelations she had on the show, she has no idea where to begin.

Dinah, sensing her hesitation, asks, “Maybe you can start by explaining your song? It was pretty, but I didn’t understand a word of it. Was it even language?”

“Oh, it was a standard prayer to The Lady of the Dance that I found in the prayerbook I got in the library. It’s written in Elvish, so I have to rely on the translation in the prayerbook. It’s...”

“Wait. Elvish?”

“Yes. The Lady of the Dance is the Drow Goddess of the surface, beauty, nature, art, love, and freedom. So, naturally, we pray to her in Elvish.”

“Sorry. I’m not familiar with, was it Drow?”

“While it is rude to refer to our Drow sisters and brothers as such, perhaps you would know them as Dark Elves?”

“Ah. So, bad guy elves, I guess? But your Goddess is good?”

Skye feels a little offended. She really wishes that her Moms approved her to start preparing for her run. The community priestess would have taught her how to present the Goddess to unbelievers effectively. Dinah again senses her state of mind. She apologizes, “Sorry. I’m trying to learn, Skye. The professor would probably talk about scaffolding here.”

“It’s okay, Ms. Dinah. The Drow, like all sapient races, are not inherently evil. The Spider leads our Drow sisters and brothers towards evil through her worship, but The Lady tries to lead them to the light.”

“Ah, so The Spider is like the devil?”

Now Skye feels confused. The differences between demons and devils are subtle, but stark. Maybe she’s referring to something in her own religion?

“The Spider is The Lady’s mother. When the Spider fell to evil, she started a path to becoming a Demon Lord in addition to being a Goddess. Her home is in the Abyss, not the 9 Hells.”

“Ok. Guess there is a difference. Weird question. Do these goddesses have names, or just titles?”

“Names have power, Ms. Dinah. It is dangerous to invoke a deity’s name, even the one one worships. One may attract unwanted attention.”

“Ok. But we could use some divine intervention right now.”

“The Master said the same thing, pretty much. The Lady is a goddess of freedom. She may very well free us. But at what cost to The Master? While The Master is just as much a victim as us, The Master may well take the bulk of the blame. The bulk of Her wrath.”

The conversation continues for a bit, but peters out soon thereafter. The idea of Francis being smote in fiery moonlight would be considered a mood killer, even if Dinah wrongly thinks it’s all make-believe. Dinah has some things to mull on. I hope I can help guide her to the light.

Francis

“Man, check out this rig, veijito! I’d need a second one to actually stream, especially since my phone can’t get my avatar app, but, man, I’m totally living here now!”

Francis takes another sip of his scotch. It’s excellent. Vix is geeking out on the computer in his game nook. She powers it on and takes a seat, bouncing slightly. He pulls a chair from his DoD table and sits beside her.

“Whoa, veijito. I didn’t think you were this pervy.” Vix gives him a very horny grin.

Wow. That’s a lot of porn games. Like a lot.

“Would you believe I haven’t even really spent any time in here yet?”

“Right, veijito, right.” She pauses for a bit, “You never watched one of my Caliente Streams, right? Well, you are going to get a private version of it. Check out the app while I find the right game.”

Francis pulls out his phone to open this app she keeps going on about. Looks like the app hid it’s loading progress bar behind title screens. Great. Mandatory title screens. “In collaboration with SuccuLabs, Inc.” “A app by Irene.” “Playtime” “Ready to Play?”

Great. Tutorials. A chibi puffer fish points out various aspects of the app. The home screen shows Vix wearing nothing but her rope “friend”, with a header declaring Vix as “Toy #1”; a number of small, clear buttons scattered across the avatar’s body; and a big bar on the side (that is about a quarter full of sparkly pink). Francis can poke one of those small buttons to select a body part, which opens a vibrator menu. Apparently, a gaiant array of powerful vibrators have been installed inside of Vix and this app allows the user to control them. The big bar represents Vix’s current arousal level. There is also tabs for rope control, a shop (apparently, I can spend Vix’s BP to expand my options in the app. That’s kind of messed up), and general settings. The general settings are also... interesting. Wow. This is really fucked up. I can set up triggers to automatically turn on vibes for set amounts of time. I can turn her awareness of the vibes off if I want. I can make it so everyone else ignores whatever responses Vix has to the app actions. I can even turn off her ability to orgasm by turning on ‘Edging Mode’. And she wants me to play with this?

“Hey, Vix, check this out.” Francis attempts to show her his phone. She just lewdly smiles, “How’d you get that, perv?”

“Huh?”

“A pic of me masturbating. I should have brought Ms. Buzz-bee up with me.”

“What?” He looks back at his phone. The chibi puffer fish pops up. The app will block the vision of his “toys” with porn of them as a security feature. It also replaces speech about the app with porn noises. Great. No ability to get consent for specific things without some very careful phrasing.

Oh, and a gallery tab just appeared so I can “enjoy” the pic Vix just saw. The app will auto-generate videos and pics as Vix does lewd things.

Francis broods a bit until Vix breaks his introspection by declaring, “Ok, I got my game picked. We’re going to play this like this is a livestream. I’m me and you are ‘chat’. Just use the app as you want, but I expect several orgasms. Understand, veijito?”