Some More Bad Decisions?

Josie

Am I really going to go through with this?

After doing what she could to help Dinah, Josie exits the Kang-oo’s, purchased workout protein powders in a bag (with free bonus kangaroo rat mascot shakey bottle), contemplating a potentially terrible idea that has been plaguing her for over a day.

Josie: - 5 BP

I mean, I need the VP and it is something I have never done before. Whoever did their research on our sexual histories was very thorough. I pretty much forgot that I made Cindy Lou Matterson cum while pulling her twin-tails on her nice nineteen birthday college Freshman year but they didn’t. That was a fun night. Had her eating me out on the regular for the rest of the semester after that.

She has wandered into the gym during her musings. She mixes up a pre-workout stack and sits in the sauna for a bit while digesting it. Soon enough, Josie has a set of workout clothes on and hits the ellipticals. She turns on her “old people rock” playlist and starts stepping. One of the things that helped form her friendship with Francis was their (mostly) shared interest in music. They both went to complain to Ta’nesha that the “Throwback Thursday” playlist shouldn’t contain only music from the ‘Aughts and the rest was history. Sad when Ta’nesha quit the gym friends-with-benefits thing; she made the cutest sounds when you suck on her clit.

“Eye of the Tiger” blaring from her phone, she works up a bit of a sweat. She’d still rather throw some punches at a bag, but that only seems to be an option in the Master Suite. So, basic bitch workout equipment it is, then. By the time the cardio portion of her workout is done, she decides to throw a little hook out; she’ll see if she can get a nibble. A quick private text to Francis: “Hey, thinkin’ about you. You working out?”

A few minutes later, she gets a response while setting up the weight for some incline press reps: “Just finished a shower after one. Why you ask?”

Feeling a little bolder, she types: “Could use a spotter. Busy?” She starts a set of 10 reps, hearing the phone go off before she finishes: “I’d love to help, but I seem to be trapped in a giant fish bowl at the top of an interdimensional prison. Send help.”

She laughs at that one. She does another set of 10 reps while she thinks about her response: “Oh, really? The interdimensional prison I’m trapped in has a fishbowl on top. Maybe you’re nearby? Lol”

That’ll stir him up; he hates texting lingo. Here comes the bad pronunciation joke...

Sure enough, he sends a response: “Oh, I’m lulling you to sleep? Isn’t that dangerous to do while working out? You’ll twist your ankle!”

She fires off a quick sleeping face emoji and moves on to the leg press, having finished her mere flirtation at working her upper body. Setting up the weights for it, her phone dings again: “Seriously, what’s up? Anything the matter?”

She can text while using this machine, so she does: “Just missing my workout buddy. I always like it when I outdo her.” She watches her legs strain. Maybe I overdid the weight? She just does 1 set of 10 for now.

Moving on to the thigh machine, she notices that it is arranged such that she can watch herself in the mirror as she pushes the bars apart. She sets up the weights here (considerably less than on the leg press) and gets a set in. Instead of the machismo she’d wanted to goad out of him, he sends something almost sweet: “Miss you too. I’m surprised how lonely I get up here.”

She starts her second set, taking snaps of her image when she has her legs at maximum abduction, her booty shorts leaving some things to the imagination. Scrolling through, she picks the best one and sends it over, with the text caption: “Here’s something to keep you company. Keep that pussy wet for me.” capping it off with a kissy-face emoji.

No notification for points yet? That’s lame.

Of course, like an idiot, he has to step on the mood: “How much of this is you actually missing me versus an attempt at getting some VP?”

Starting a third set, she responds in a huff: “IDK, 40% missing you, 30% wanting points, the rest split between wanting to try out flirting with you for when you get hot and never sexted anyone before. Jerk.”

She spends another half-hour on weights (focusing on her legs and butt, of course), fuming that he put her on read. She hits the showers, still mad that he hasn’t responded. Dripping wet out of the shower, she checks her phone. Still not response. She’s just about ready to type out an angry screed when the little ellipsis pops up: “Sorry for not trusting you. I miss hanging out with you too. Do you want to see if the doors up here will open for you? We can punch stuff together.”

She sends some rapid fire responses: “It’s fine.” “Doubt it’ll work.” “Not like I got any points from this anyways.”

He sends a single response: “It was a good idea. Sorry for disappointing you.”

Now I am beginning to see the advantages of calling. She absentmindedly starts a video text, pointing the camera at the mirror: “Hey, you didn’t disappoint me. Much. I’m still trying to get used to my male gym bud becoming my hot girlfriend. I can’t wait for you to get there so this becomes less weird. But, more than that, I miss my buddy. No more sulking. For either of us.”

Josie +4 VP (Sexting Master x4 [first time both participants])

Reading the phone notification, she looks down at her nude form. Shit. Did I really send that without putting on clothes first?

Tina

This has not been my best day.

Tina wakes up chained to some kind of somewhat submerged wooden cross thing, arms and legs akimbo. She feels cold water lap against her waist as her legs are hidden in the briny water. She struggles against her arm bonds, accomplishing nothing other than making some irritating changing noises.

“TINA!!!!!!”

Sounds like Scarlet is alive at least, Tina thinks before offering a tentative, “Yes?”

“How in the hell did you expect us to win that fight against those... turkeys?

Tina shudders at the memory of those giant birds. She softly argues, “We did kill 2 of them.”

Tina: +3 XP (Killed 2 Level 1 monsters x1.5 Bonus [underleveled party modifier])

Scarlet: +3 XP (Killed 2 Level 1 monsters x1.5 Bonus [underleveled party modifier])

“I felt one of them pop my eyeball out. Do you know how terrifying it is to have your final image being a bird plucking out your own eye?”

Tina shudders again. She weakly offers, “We’re okay now, more or less.”

“Can you magic our way out of these chains?” She hears Scarlet jangle her bindings.

“Nope. Tapped out for the day.”

“Then we’re not okay Tina.”

Tina jumps at the sound of something large splashing into the water. Oh, no, she thinks, the birds are coming back to finish the job! She closes her eyes tightly. Please, leave me alone, you evil creatures from the pits of hell!

Instead of feeling the deadly pecking of evil monstrous birds, Tina distinctly feels like webbed hands are molesting her chest. A voice speaks out in the dark, “I told you it wasn’t a good idea for you two to go in. Now, we get to the fun sex dungeon part of the Dungeons for Damsels experience!”

“TINA!!!”

“Don’t blame her, girl with decent sized egg sacs that still owes me an orgasm. You walked in willingly, too. Now, let’s talk rules. So, every time you fail to clear a level in the dungeon, you end up here. Your bonds will hold you for at least one hour. Another member of the harem has to come and let you out, assuming, of course, that you don’t want to be teleported from here the next time you have a show meeting. Now, I am a generous and beautiful dungeon mermaid, so I am willing to let your harem sisters know to let you out on my way to seeing the Master. Would you like me to do that?”

“What’s it going to cost?” Scarlet asks, seething with rage.

“A couple of options. One, I have a number of very special transformations planned for the Master. If one of you promises to buy one of them for him by the end of the second challenge, we are square; of course, if I find out you lied to me...”

“What do these transformations do?”

“They will be patently obvious when you come buy one of them. The other option is to let me use all of these fun toys on you while you wait.

Oooh. Magic toys? “I’ll take the toys, Daphne,” Tina volunteers.

“Wonderful,” Daphne exclaims. Tina feels Daphne arrange various vibrating toys all over her body. She rolls each ear around a vibrating egg. A big ball gag is shoved in her mouth. Vibrating eggs are tapes to each nipple. A large dildo is inserted inside her, turned to maximum vibration, and secured with a chastity belt that helpfully doesn’t squish her tail. Then an egg is attached to her tail. The mermaid then says, “Now these toys are designed to detect when you are about to orgasm and will automatically shut themselves off right before you go off the metaphorical edge. Then turn themselves back on after 2 minutes. Keys for removing the belt are going to hang right on this hook by your left hand. Don’t get too shaky; it would be a shame if the keys fell into the water. Enjoy!”

Tina moans lustily into the gag. She barely hears the splash over the cacophony from the vibes on her ears.

Never mind. Today has been a great day.

Francis

Francis finds himself taking place in what is rapidly becoming a daily ritual: trying to sort through the mess of his feelings while being milked for cum by a mermaid.

Her eyes are so big and pretty, he thinks as he sits on one of his reading nook overstuffed chairs with Daphne between his legs, sucking away. I could just drown in them. But I shouldn’t. Just because she’s the only one that seems interested in me, doesn’t mean it’s true. Focus on the girls you are here to save. C’mon.

She pops with cock out of her mouth and gives it a few strokes. She smiles and says, “I’ve been practicing. Only destroyed like three dildos before I figured out how to blow you without, you know, shredding you. What do you think?”

She slips his cock back in her mouth, her tongue wrapping around the bottom of his shaft, and starts bobbing back and forth again.

“Quite... impressive,” he manages to groan out. She hums in response, causing spasms to radiate from his erect dick to the very core of his being. He pets the mermaid’s hair as she continues. She hums again. He feels the tip of his glans slide into... something. Something in her throat. He sees her smile at him, his cock still in her mouth, and hums a third time. The tips of his glans feels like it is about to be sliced straight off with the vibrations, sending him instantly over the edge. She keeps humming as he sends rope after rope of cum down whatever sphincter he found in her throat. When he’s finally done, she slowly withdraws his softening cock, then starts to lick it clean. He tries (and mostly fails) to catch his breath.

“Can you imagine how good I’ll be at this tomorrow?” she asks.

That is a problem for future Francis. Present Francis is too busy trying to reassemble his shattered brain from this otherworldly blowjob to worry about tomorrow’s. He stares at some fish above him, attempting to regain some semblance of sanity.

She scotches over and rests her head on one of his shoulders, waiting for a response. She gives him big puppy dogfish eyes, still framed in her fake coral glasses. He stares back, the few thoughts slowly emerging not the best ones for the situation. I don’t know what would be worse: her knowingly manipulating me into falling for her or her being so genuinely nice that I can’t tell the difference.

“Don’t leave a girl hanging.”

“I’m still at a loss for words, Daphne.”

She ruffles his hair; he winces, expecting another weird burst of arousal, but it doesn’t come. “That’s okay,” she relents, “just wanted to make it as pleasurable for you as possible. What are friends for? And my egg sacs are going to be so swollen with babies soon at this rate!” She squeezes at her basically flat chest, her breasts looking more noticeably existent this afternoon than last.

By the time he has recovered from her time between his legs, she has finished groping her chest.

“I still got a couple of hours before my date if you want to hang, Daphne.”

“Oh, uh, sure. I did talk with big sis Ariel about your questions yesterday. I’m not sure you’ll like the response. So, as the rules are currently set up, you don’t have a real way to ‘pay’ for upgrades. However we try to do it, it will involve sneaking new rules into the game and hope that bitch Beckie is too stupid to notice. The only real option Ariel thinks we have is to use a **** trigger of one of your feminization transformations as payment. That way, if Beckie catches on, we could at least convince her that you doing this is further proof of the rightness of her stupid theory.”

Francis ponders this, then responds, “If that’s the best y’all can do, I’ll take it, but I’m going to hold off making any upgrades for them until I can talk to them all in person first. While I’m fine sacrificing my comfort for their happiness, I’m not sure if robbing them of the ability to earn VP is the best way to do it. Thank you, Daphne. And thank Ariel for me too.”

She looks a little dejected at that. He stands up, “I’d still like to hang out with you some more, if you got the time. It’s nice to have friends over.”

She shimmies along the floor, her smile returned. They talk some DoD shop for a bit (her version is still a d20 system; they just get to roll a bunch more d20s at once) in his pool before Daphne needs to go and Francis needs to get ready. Watching her swim around him brings a smile to his face. The final date of the week awaits (and, despite the mermaid distraction, he is weirdly looking forward to this one).