Daphne Date Night 1, Part 2: Cuddles!

Francis

So, the quest Daphne created was for the two of them to hunt down and capture a terror of the deep named “Cuddles”. Given the fact that they are blatantly out in the open water, Francis scans for threats while talking to her betta fish mermaid, “So, Tina noted something interesting. When she went in the first time, the turkeys were actual turkeys. When I was there, the turkeys were Beckies with turkey parts. Why?”

“Oh, remember the purpose of the dungeon originally, Master? You can turn that off if you want.”

That’s right. The point was for the male contestants to struggle in a futile attempt at saving their loathsome manhoods. And that boss turkey was trying to kill me with a blow-job.

“Why model them after Beckie then?”

“Well, I didn’t really have a lot of experience being around human shaped things and it’s tricky modeling 3-D enemies from 2-D images, so I defaulted the enemies models to mimic the host as much as possible. You could fiddle with that, if you want.”

“You wouldn’t be offended or otherwise hurt by me changing your vision?”

“Of course not, Master. You already pointed out that my vision as you call it doesn’t work for the season we’re in, given the whole sex dungeon recovery room fiasco. The most important thing is that you all enjoy it. Now quiet. We are almost there.”

Daphne dives towards a sea cave jutting out of the sandy bottom of the reef they have been swimming in. Francis follows, admiring Daphne’s back. She slows up at the entrance, summoning some bracers and a spear from her inventory. Francis does the same with a basic trident (which, in her DM mind, is just a more expensive spear, but you take the martial weapon proficiency when you can). The duo does some magical prep work at the mouth of the cave, Daphne casting Mage Armor on herself while Francis ritually casts Detect Magic. Once the incantation is complete, Daphne upcasts Invisibility to target both of them. Time to be sneaky.

Francis’ job is to point out any magical traps while Daphne (as the much higher level person in her natural environment) leads. She sees the first Glyph of Warding soon enough. Daphne flings a small rock at it to trigger it; white squishy tentacles erupt, wailing at anything they could get their hands on. Making note of the range, the two slide along the far wall to avoid them; the tentacles still trigger as they pass. They work on motion? Great.

The next hour is a high tension cavalcade of glyph detection, punctuated with Francis needing to re-up Detect Magic every time it faded. The patterns of the wards get trickier, the passageway gets narrower. Daphne even needs to cast Dispel Magic a couple of times to temporarily turn off some particularly difficult to avoid traps. Good thing it looks like those wards were cast at base level; it’s not fun for players to figure out just how much upcasting needs to be done to avoid the chance of failure.

Finally, the passageway opens into a small flooded sea cave. The other side of the cave has a big swirling inky black maelstrom.

“Rest room before the boss. You mind if we take a short rest for me to recover my SP? As a side benefit, you get to watch me edge for half an hour, Master.”

Daphne finds a nice soft bit of sand at the bottom of the cave and settles into a masturbation session. Watching it is strange; erotic, but strange. One hand tweaks her nipples while the other is shoved into her mouth. Having gills mean she doesn’t exactly need a clear airway to breathe. She even telepathically talks while she is finger-fucking her face.

“Do you like watching me, Master? It’s so fucking hot to slam my pretty little fingers down my pretty little throat. To tease and prod my cervix. I bet you want to shove your cock down there, but I have to do this myself. Once I’m used to being human, maybe you’ll teach me how to edge on land? Think I would be a good enough student? Or would I be naughty and you’d have to bite me? Please, Master, enjoy your slutty Daphne pleasuring herself for you.”

Francis feels sexual urges she has never felt before. An urge to **** on something shoved down her throat. Before too long, she is tentatively pushing a finger as far back as she can. Fuck, that’s sensitive. Fearing further stimulation will make her cum, she sits on her hands. This is ****. Very sexy ****.

Skye

Once again, Skye is grateful for Francis. Without him upgrading my transformation, this would be incredibly dangerous. Skye strikes another shaping blow to the rod of mithril she is working on. It may take most of the night, but Skye should have a functional estoc by tomorrow. She will still need to do some other things to make the blade truly her own, but The Lady blesses those who rely on their own talents.

Skye is interrupted by Ms. Dinah walking in, “Hey, Skye. What is all of this?”

“Oh, Ms. Dinah. Hi. Careful. Stray sparks and all that. It’s a smithing forge, fully stocked with everything a smith would need. I bought it. Did you know you can commission a room for the hotel? It’s crazy how cheap it is.”

Skye: -20 BP

Skye gives the forming blade another hit. She’ll need to focus more on work than her conversation if she wants to keep up the pace.

“Why do you need a forge?”

“Oh, well, we got some mithril ingots as treasure from the dungeon. The short sword I was given in the transformation just doesn’t feel right. Doesn’t fit the style of fencing I learned on the farm. So, I’m making a sword of my own.”

“I don’t get the appeal.”

Skye continues to work. “It’s fine. Takes a lot of different types to make a farm run. I don’t have to like cutting stone to appreciate having a foundation to a building.”

“Do you mind taking a break? It’s way too quiet in the dorms.”

Sighing, Skye sets her work aside. Team Family is more important than her individual desires. Plus, there is always the early morning time to finish up. Skye locks up her supplies and pockets the key in her inventory.

“Sure, Ms. Dinah. I can spend some time with you.”

The two head to the cafeteria and Skye offers to cook some dinner. The two continue the conversation as Skye gets started. “So, where is everyone else, Ms. Dinah?”

“Well, Francis and Daphne are in this place called the “One Shot Room”; I presume they are in there for their date. Tina and Josie went on a date to the tavern. Scarlet is also at the tavern to dance for her transformation. I didn’t want to interrupt the dates.”

She left out Indigo. I presume she is still trying to avoid her.

Changing the topic, Skye asks, “What would you be doing right now if you were home?”

“Well, the days kind of blend here, but I was getting out of the delivery room when I was kidnapped. Delivery room days always end with me at home, in sweatpants, eating a pint of pistachio ice cream, and crying while a sad movie I don’t pay attention to plays. How about you?”

“Evensong is time for me to head home from the fields. I’d be spending time with my Moms, my sister, and her wife. I miss them.”

“Are we playing this game wrong?”

Where did that come from? “We all have our burdens. Sometimes that burden is feeling alone. I know I always felt isolated being the only one at home sleeping alone. But we are a family, even if some of our family members get along better than others. I barely understand my sister’s wife, but she’s family, so I try to reach out when I can. Sorry if I haven’t reached out to you as well as I should have.”

An awkward silence settles on the pair. I hope I didn’t make Ms. Dinah feel worse. Skye finishes making dinner in this silence. They eat in silence. They sit, dinner done, in silence.

Skye finally breaks the silence, asking “Want to see what the rooms look like now? We were promised upgrades.”

The first obvious upgrade is the installation of doors. The three rooms have names attached. Josie and Indigo are now in the “First and Last Place” Room; Tina and Skye are bunking in the middle room; Daphne, Scarlet, and Dinah have the last room. A quick test determines the door is locked until it’s your room. Skye opens her door and invites Dinah in.

The room is now, somehow, much larger. The bed is now a california queen instead of a full size. And there are sheets; granted, the comforter on top is gaudy, but it exists. Skye looks forward to being warm during her reverie. A small bathroom has been installed; no more running in the cold to get to the bathroom during the night. The personal touches that have been added is the best part. On her wardrobe, Skye sees a framed picture of her family. She starts to tear up a little.

Dinah gives Skye a brief side-hug then says, “Want to check mine? Make sure this isn’t some cruel trick?”

Skye nods, but does have to be tugged away from her family photo. Dinah opens her door. The room has been similarly improved. Since 3 women are needed to share the bed, it’s now a california king. Dinah picks up a stuffed kitty and gives it a big hug, crying into it, “It’s real. They actually gave us some dignity, some decency.” Thanks, My Lady, for whoever did this.

After a few minutes, Dinah sets down her kitty and gives Skye another side-hug. “Thanks for being here, Skye. Anything I can do to help? I don’t know anything about making swords, but maybe something else.”

“Well... there is... one thing. It’s embarrassing, though,” Skye mutters.

“What?”

“I used up all of my sword’s charges today and I need to do the thing to get the sword powered back up. And I’ve never done what the transformation says I have to do. I know Indigo has more experience with these things, but I think that, even if she want to help, I’d be too grossed out by how she would teach me. Can you help?” Skye summons her short sword and flips it to consider the hilt.

“Um... okay, I guess. Never thought I would be needing to teach someone how to masturbate. But, who’s Indigo?”

Daphne

The boss fight starts exactly as Daphne planned, with a half-baked villainous monologue, complete with what Daphne has been told is a hime laugh (not that Daphne has ever watched anime).

The boss, Cuddles the evil Cuddlefish, is a MILFy lady with huge egg sacs erupting from the head of a cuttlefish, surrounded by the expected tentacles. The villain speaks, “Oh ho ho ho! Silly mermaids. I will enslave you and **** you to work in the ink mines! You will beg to be crushed by tentacles before the end! Oh ho ho ho!”

Francis awkwardly thrashes about for a second, then gives up (I guess she thought she could dance as a mermaid? Silly girl.) Then, she starts to go... fuzzy. Daphne focuses on summoning her magics. While it’s chaotically reckless, Daphne wants to start with a show stopper. She needs to impress her Master, after all. She starts to chant her spell in Elvish; it sounds nice and she wants Francis to understand her. She nails the positioning perfectly. A sphere of winds spins and churns the water, with Cuddles positioned smash dab in the center. The churned water hurts a little, but the big blast comes next. Focusing on Cuddles, Daphne lets loose a bolt of lightning from the sphere. The entire sphere flashes and Cuddles takes a big hit.

Focusing on maintaining her spell, Francis lets out a purple bolt from her head. It lands true and Cuddles look a little dazed. Her swing at Francis goes way wide. Daphne struggles to keep the winds such that Cuddles is **** to remain the bubble, but manages to barely get out with some more scrapes and bruises. No matter. With more Elvish, Daphne swims close to the giant cuddlefish and blast it with a wave of thunder. The cave shakes with vibrations, which scrambles her brain a little. The bolt of lightning she summons barely misses Cuddles and hits Daphne instead. The storm drops and Daphne gets a light tap; Mage Armor is still doing it’s thing.

“Ouch. That. Hurt. Different tactic then. If you can’t fry it, suffocate it.”

Daphne approves of Francis’ ball of lightning. She doesn’t approve of Cuddles getting a grapple on her Master. More Elvish; this time is spell rips a giant air space into the water. Unfortunately, Daphne misses the position.

Francis frantically stabs at the tentacle grasping her in an attempt to get away. The tentacle bleeds pretty profusely, but she is dragged into Cuddle’s stubbier tentacles around her waist. One of the tentacles rams deep into Francis’ mouth; she gags and starts to blush. Uh oh. Positioning is tricky, but Daphne lands another Thunderwave. The tentacle grabbing Francis is sheared off from the blast (shielding Francis) and the two of them are knocked into the water. The mermaid transformation on Francis starts to fade now that he is out of the water. Cuddles try to wrap another tentacle around Francis, but he easily dodges away.

Francis stabs into the stubby tentacle shoved in his mouth. While it’s still hurt, Cuddles rapidly pumps the tentacle deeper into his mouth, oozing aphrodisiac. Francis’s baby batter beatstick is fully erect now, throbbing. Daphne targets a biggish rock underneath Cuddles and casts Catapult. The rock flies straight up, severing the fuck tentacle. Cuddles desperately tries to grab Daphne, but the mermaid easily outmaneuvers the suffocating cephalopod.

Francis spits out the chunk of tentacle and tries to **** some of the aphrodisiac out of his stomach. Before he can really try, another stubby tentacle shoves itself into his mouth and blasts him. His belly swells with cuddlefish aphrodisiac as he cums his brains out. He’s stunned, easy pickings, his cock shrinking as the PP from Cuddles starts to take effect. Helpfully, the previous catapult knocked a stalactite loose. Daphne focuses on it, and adds the maximum oof she can. The stalactite is flung into Cuddle’s skull. The cuddlefish is exploded into meaty chunks, leaving behind a treasure chest.

Daphne waits until Francis comes to from his orgasm stun, then swims to the edge of the air pocket. “Hey, Francis, you okay?”

He’s crying. “Physically, I’m fine. But this fucking second personality! It was so calm when I was under that mermaid transformation and now it’s like a dozen times worse. But… I’ll manage.”

“Grab the chest. We got loot!”

“You mean, things you bought?”

Daphne tries to cheer him up, “Okay, sure. I got us presents!”

Francis tries to put on a smile. He almost succeeds. He heads to the chest and pulls out the presents. 2 scrolls, each with a crude drawing of the recipient. Daphne drains the water, finishing the one-shot.

Francis: +5 XP (Killed 1 Level 5 monster)

Daphne +3 XP (Killed 1 Level 5 monster, x0.625 rounded down [over-leveled])

“Wanna handle yours now, or upstairs? It’s going to be a heavy talk before I use mine. Maybe over dinner?”

“I trust you.” He pops his scroll without even examining it. He feels the effects start to apply:

I Sea You Made a Mistake – You have a mermaid in your harem and you went High Elf? Well, Daphne’s here to fix your mistake. Francis is now a Sea Elf that was raised in High Elf society. He gains the physical attributes of a sea elf while maintaining the aspects he gained from taking the High Elf transformation. Francis gets +1 to his constitution modifier, an innate swimming speed, the ability to breathe underwater, limited telepathy while in water, and the ability to speak Aquan (Elf).

Francis reacts as he get a little sturdier. He panics slightly as his gills come on-line for the first time and he forgets how to breathe for half a second. He gasps for air and his gills press down. “Weird. Sorry for not considering you?”

Daphne struggles to get to her Master and he meets her most of the way, squatting down again. She boops his nose once he is in reach, saying in Aquan, “<It’s okay, Master. I’m happy to help.>”

“<Ready to head upstairs?>”

Daphne makes the “pick-me-up” motion universal to all toddlers. Francis scoops her up and starts to head upstairs.