Indigo Date Night 1, Part 2: Caliente Stream

Tina

I’m totally going to have real magic by this time tomorrow! I’m so excited!

Tina is figuratively bouncing off the walls while literally bouncing on her heels. She stops, of course, when Scarlet comes back into their shared dorm room. Don’t want to give my excitement away.

“So, Dinah’s a bit annoyed at both of us. More at you, I imagine. What were you doing today instead of our scheduled ‘try to make sure the kiddos are cool with us screwing’ meeting?”

“Oh, you know, working on plans for date night tomorrow. Gotta put my best bunny foot forward, you know,” Tina teases. It’s not a complete lie. Magic show with real magic? Definite good first impression material.

“Uh huh.” Scarlet doesn’t look convinced.

Speaking of the Team Mom, she pops her head in. “Tina, I really could have used some support this afternoon. Can you tell Josie that I’m going to make sure Skye doesn’t freeze to **** tonight when she comes in? That would be helpful.”

“Sure, boss!” Tina replies. She then turns to her bedmate, “So, what were you doing?”

“Tap dancing.”

Tina giggles.

“Hey, tap is cool. Or should I start making fun of you pulling tiny rabbits out of your tiny hat?”

“Oooh, them’s fightin’ words!” Tina jokingly responds, sticking her tongue out. “Tickle fightin’ words!”

Tina pounces like a bunny with an identity crisis at the redhead and begins her all-out tickle ****. It quickly turns into a make-out session in the bathhouse.

Maybe Josie will want to have a threesome with us when she comes in? That would be fun...

Indigo

Indigo is excited, in a strange way. Usually, she has complete control of her toys during a stream. She always tapes them in such a fashion as she can remove it from her sensitive places if chat goes too crazy with their preemo chats. But this time, the toys aren’t even there. She has no idea what exactly to expect.

She looks at her so-called “Master”. Some gross old man, still giving his phone more attention than her. She might have predicted something like this if she thought about it. She always checked her channel analytics; she knows her audience is 90% male, but mostly in the sub 30s. He seems resistant so far, but her efforts at negging him into simpery is moving along. The gross old man will be her perfect little pet soon enough; of course she’ll win, she’s adorable.

She takes a swig of her Castro Muerto, only to realize that she finished it already. “Refill, veijito,” she demands, shaking the empty glass.

The gross old man has the gall to sigh! And he has the nerve to reply, “You can wait until I finish mine.” He then takes another sip. Why the fuck hasn’t he downed his drink yet? He a pussy?

“Whatever, veijito. You ready to blow your weak Firestarter load at my majesty? Let’s begin.”

Indigo starts the game, one of her favorites for her Caliente streams. Futaba vs the Monsters. It’s a Japanese style RPG made by some American otaku where a girl granted a giant dick by the Goddess fights and fucks her way through an army of monster girls to save the world. The H-scenes are fun, in their way. When you win a boss fight, Futaba gives the monster girl a super good dicking to tame the foe. When you lose, Futaba’s dick shrivels away to nothing and she falls prey to whatever terrible fate that particular monster girl can inflict. There are some special loss scenes if you lose in spectacularly bad ways, too. The game gets pretty hard (especially if you don’t grind for levels). Not that she could ever beat it; they just made the loss scene with the kitsune boss just so hot.

But that fight is in the middle of the game and she has to start with a fresh file. So, time to once again whale on the mushroom girl tutorial level. But first...

She is surprised by Anilla making moves on her. The rope lashes her legs together, tying her crossed ankles to the base of the chair. Her arms are loosely wrapped up to the computer desk; she has enough movement to work the mouse and keyboard, but that’s it. Annoyed, she exclaims, “The fuck is this, veijito?”

“Don’t want you cheating,” the gross old man replies.

Needing to get back into character, Indigo asks, “Hey, Chat, how should we spec Futaba for this run? Big boobs for spells? Big Ass for physical prowess? Of course, Futaba gets the smallest dick possible; she’s gotta match yours.”

No immediate response. He’s not that good at being Chat, is he? Lame old man.

“Gonna answer, veijito?”

“Do what you want. I’m working on some macros here.”

Macros? What the fuck are macros?

“Whatever.”

Indigo builds a balanced Futaba, minus the threatened tiny dick. Not an optimal build, but she doesn’t know how she wants to play this time yet. The loss of sexual prowess in-game is totally worth the negging ability in meat space.

“Sorry, Chat. Futaba is still bigger than you down there.”

Nailed it!

The gross old man sighs, again! He even has the nerve to set down his phone.

“C’mon, Chat. You haven’t even given me a single ‘preemo chat’ yet.”

“Don’t need the phone anymore. I got everything programmed. You’ll get your ‘preemo chats’. You just need to figure out how. And can you at least try to be pleasant? I get that I’m not what you want, but still...”

Oooh a challenge. Not gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing that he pleased me, though. Simps don’t deserve praise.

“Whatever, veijito.”

Indigo starts to play the tutorial. It’s enough easy XP to get Futaba to Level 2 before the first boss fight. Since she’s not exactly trying to speed-run the game this time, she just uses the basic attacks on the mushroom girl minions. The minions rarely do anything other than either a 1 HP damage attack or the trip and fall over “skip their turn” animation. Still no buzzing from the app toys. Gross old man lied to me?

The fight before the boss has 5 mushroom girl minions. It’s supposed to teach you how to use the screen-wiping special attack, but Indigo wants to save it to do massive damage to the boss, so she takes it the slow way. Single target basic attacks. Takes 2 hits to drop a mushroom girl. She can always use the wipe if she gets low on HP. She’ll level up after this fight, regaining all her HP and a point to grow a body part/stat. The first round was easy enough. Took 3 HP worth of damage (leaving her with 5 HP). She drops the first mushroom girl and waits for the next wave of attacks. 2 minions slip, 2 minions attack (with 1 missing), and... Shit. The final minion rolled a rare poison attack. The mushroom girl kissing Futaba animation triggers and Indigo feels a buzzing in her lips for just a moment. Sneaky, old man. Sneaky.

Since she’ll definitely die before the fight will be over with the poison triggering at the end of every round, she fires off the screen-wipe. The animation plays, with Futaba growing to end-game max penis size and blasting the remaining minions in a massive wave of cum. Indigo is surprised by the power of the vibe blasting her in the middle of her clit. She moans, way louder than she would on stream. Oh, I figured it out now.

When she resolves her level-up, she adds the point to Futaba’s face. Not the usual place to put an early point, as Indigo believes that the best defense is a good offense, but, given what the gross old man did, it makes sense. The face improves Futaba’s defenses against ero-attacks (like the poison kiss from the minion), with a hidden side effect of increasing the odds for all baddies choosing ero-attacks. More ero-attacks mean more toy use. Hot.

Now, time for the boss fight. The head mushroom girl is usually a push-over. Pop the screen-wipe, use the strongest attack you got twice, and it’s over. Between using the wipe immediately before the boss fight and leveling sub-optimally made the fight much harder. First round, Indigo uses the fire punch special attack. The burn effect didn’t trigger, which sucks. Fight is going to last at least 5 rounds now. The mushroom girl fires back with her poison kiss attack. Shit. The boss version of the kiss animation plays, and Indigo’s whole mouth buzzes. Her lips, her cheeks, her tongue. Even her fucking teeth. She starts to drool a little as the vibes feel incredibly powerful, like her whole face is as sensitive as her clit. The animation stops shortly and so does the buzzing. Futaba takes a whopping 5 damage when the end of round poison damage triggers. Shit again. That’s a third of Level 2 Futaba’s health when she’s built with such a small cock. Indigo needs to take a round off of doing damage to heal the poison effect. The boss rolls a relatively safe “trip over itself” attack, but the secondary boss effect triggers. Spore infestation. Futaba starts to become part mushroom, taking a massive hit to her agility stat. No more melee-range attacks this fight; Futaba is just as likely to trip and fall now as the minions do. After 2 rounds, this fight looks like it’s gonna take 10 rounds now. Odds of winning are low; just gotta hope for my luck to change.

She has Futaba throw her strongest ranged attack, which does decent damage; no where near where she needs to be to win, but decent. The boss does the standard basic attack this time. 2 damage. Basically at half health. Next round is basically the same thing. Indigo is on the losing side of this battle of attrition. Indigo takes a turn off to heal Futaba for Round 5. The boss responds by rolling the poison kiss attack, again. Fuck, that’s not supposed to happen. Indigo’s mouth is buzzing with what feels like a dozen Ms. Buzz-bees on her clit. Then the pleasure doubles. Double Fuck. Boss crit on that. Futaba’s spore infestation progresses due to the crit. This time, Futaba takes a massive hit to her intelligence stat. No more magic for the rest of the fight. With the lack of booba, Futuba is now too dumb to cast anything but her most basic spell (which is melee range and would only deal minimal damage). When the buzzing stops, she starts to pant. Should of cum from that. Why didn’t I cum?

Futaba takes 5 damage from the poison. Indigo can’t use the purge spell to get rid of it. Futaba just has to tank through the damage. The only good news is that 3 rocks for her one physical ranged attack (throw a rock) spawned in at the beginning of the fight; the number of rocks that spawn in are random. If she can crit hit 2 rocks in a row, she can still win before the poison will kill her. Indigo selects “Throw a Rock” and... crit hit! The boss skips it’s turn and took a pretty massive chunk of damage. She selects “Throw a Rock” again and... miss. The boss then rolls the worst attack it could. The dreaded Stinkhorn Stinker Sinker. The mushroom girl grows a large Common Stinkhorn mushroom on her groin and rams it, hard, up Futaba’s asshole. Futaba takes damage for every thrust, the number of which is random. Every thrust results in a rolling buzzing in Indigo’s colon, as if she is taking the huge penis mushroom up her pooter. Indigo’s vision starts to blur as she goes cross-eyed. She tries to lift herself away from the mushroom ****, but, since the whole sensation is internal, she can’t do anything to stop it. Why... Can’t... I... Cum?

Futaba is left with 1 HP. 1 rock left. Indigo weakly clicks the mouse to select “Throw a Rock” one more time. A high damage roll crit would ensure Indigo grabs success from the jaws of defeat. So, of course, it doesn’t. Mid damage roll. No crit. No hope to win anymore. The boss rolls the slip and fall “attack”, only for Spore Infestation to spread again. And, with her low penis size, Futaba auto-surrenders to becoming a mushroom girl, her tiny dick shriveling to first a button mushroom, then nothing. Wow. Not only did I lose to the fucking tutorial boss, but I got the extra special loss scene. Fuck.

Said loss scene begins to play. Futaba is buried in loose soil, her eyes glazed over, her skin the color of a button mushroom stalk. A cut-out gives the audience the ability to read Futaba’s thoughts, who is apparently no longer in control of her own body. Indigo, annoyed at her loss, just skips through the early bits of monologue over the objection of the gross old man, just wanting to get to a reset point. Then, a thick mushroom hypha inserts itself into Futaba’s open mouth. The rhythmic pulsing of her mouth and throat startles her. It’s like the Stinkhorn Stinker Sinker attack. Fuck this feels too good. I need to cum. I need to CUM! Indigo tries to reach for her crotch to rub herself to completion, only to be stopped by Anilla’s coils. Her clicks through the monologue become more ****. The buzzing pulses in her throat get stronger, push deeper down. Then, the second hypha appears on screen, aiming directly for Futaba’s dripping snatch. FUCK!!!! It’s like the entirety of her dildo catcher is being stretched and vibrated by a 1000 Ms Buzz-bees. Indigo can’t even pay attention to anything but the vibrations inside her at this point. Mindlessly clicking, she succumbs to the sensation. Still, she doesn’t cum. Not even when her colon gets back into the action. Everything inside her screams “MUST CUM NOW!” and still her orgasm doesn’t arrive. Still clicking. Ignoring the plight of the digital character. Then, finally, the scene displays the money shot, where Futaba squirts all over her fungal tormentors in a mind-breaking orgasm. Everything hits Indigo at once. She screams in ecstasy as dozens of build up orgasms just crash over her like a tsunami of fucking. Everything goes blank.

Indigo: +8 VP (Masturbated in Front of Master [Playtime App] x4 Bonus [first time both participants])

Indigo: +4 VP (Passed Out from Master’s Pleasure x4 [first time both participants])

Francis

Francis uses the rope controls in the app to carry the already snoring Indigo to his bed. It took a little bit of finagling, but he manages to get a decent rhythm of flinging a loop of rope to attach to the ceiling and another to release in sequence to kind of rock her across the Suite. Positioning her to be slightly hovering above the bed, he turns off the app. The tussed-up VStreemer bounces a bit when she hits the bed, then immediately spreads herself out as widely as she can; she somehow manages to take up 80% of a bed designed for a half dozen people.

Not like I’m going to be able to sleep after that shitshow.

He tries his best to keep his cool while he figures out what to do. On the one hand, he wants to be considerate to his guest, no matter how much she tested the limits of his patience. On the other hand, he really wants to burn off his suppressed frustrations. He changes out of his date clothes into some sleep ware and settles on trying something new: the speed bag.

The speed bag brings it’s own frustrations, at least initially. In the dim light of the Suite at night, it’s hard to make out the bag and the way he hits it makes it hard to track. But it gives him something physical to do while he thinks. I get a good portion of tonight is my fault; I’m disappointing. I get that the show is at fault, too. I couldn’t meet her initial expectations due to my age and sex. But was I wrong to hope that she has something more to her than her perverted middle school boy mentality? Did she just get too much fame, too quickly with said mentality, so she was just rewarded for never growing up? How could she be that bad at this?

He ruminates over the bad date for another 20 minutes, trying (and mostly failing) to get the speed bag going, trying (and mostly failing) to figure out how to shoulder all the blame. He then goes to one of the comfy chairs in his reading nook with his mostly finished scotch and his phone. Out of ideas, he texts the closest thing he has to a wingman (or woman, in this case): “Hey, you still up?”

A few minutes later, a response: “So you DO know how to text. Way to join the 21st century, old man.”

Ugh. Don’t like texting, he thinks as he types out his response: “For that, have some numbered questions. 1) Would you prefer I call? 2) Can you call me something different? Had ‘old man’ spat at me enough tonight. 3) What did I do wrong? Need to know what not to do next time.”

The little ellipsis pops up several times as he finishes his last sip of scotch. He places the now empty whiskey glass on the end table beside him just in time to read: “Please don’t call. Sexy girlfriends don’t call. You wanna have some long distance sex, you Facetime. You wanna chat, you text.” “Assuming you did the same thing tonight that you did with the rest of us, it wasn’t your fault. She’s just a dumbass.” “You know I mean ‘old man’ in an affectionate way, right? I can stop if you want.”

Did I hit a nerve? He sits and thinks for a bit: “You can call me old man tomorrow. Just need something different tonight. Vix kept calling me veijito, and in that ‘eww, old man perving’ tone of voice.”

A much quicker response this time: “Sorry, bud. Again, dumbass.”

Hoping that Josie has some real advice, he sends out: “So, what do I do?”

A final message: “Dunno. Figure it out? Gonna have sex with Scarlet and Tina now. Night.”

Josie: +2 VP (Contestant Brought her to Orgasm [Tummy Rubs])

Well, nice to hear that someone in the harem’s getting laid, I guess. He contemplates getting another glass of scotch. He settles for some electrolytes instead. Going to be miserable enough in the morning, even without a hangover. He opens Indigo’s app again. Am I really thinking about trying to use a magical sex app to condition Vix into becoming a functioning adult? Is that what this game is pushing me into?

A text notification goes off. It’s from Ariel: “Cum on the floor, then go to bed, dummy.”

Fuck it. Do the planning and macro building now, then run it by her in the morning. Again, not like I’m going to be able to sleep tonight anyways.