The Magic of Morning Masturbation

Tina

“Vinny, you bastard! What the fuck did you do to me!”

Tina struggles against invisible bonds. She rightly wants to strangle the devil.

“Hey, Toots, I was doin’ yoo a favor. Cum Guzzlers wasn’t very happy with yer performance. Yoo even covered up deir logo on yer date with yer gym slut girlfriend. So, to save yoo, I just activated Ad Break. It’s in the contract yoo signed.”

“You mean the contract you **** me into signing that was in a language I couldn’t read. Fuck you!” She hocks a loogie at Vinny. He just hovers a few inches further away to avoid it.

“Not very ladylike, dat.”

“Fuck you!”

“Anyways, Cum Guzzlers was very happy with yer Ad Break work. Dey are even sponsoring an item in yer shop if yoo want to reproduce tonight’s antics. Please be aware dat some sponsors will want yoo to willingly fulfill yer contract. Speakin’ of, I got you another contract. A special guest spot on another show on our network. The show’s host really, really enjoyed you being brainwashed into covering yourself in cum. Here, sign.”

Another contract floats towards Tina, waiting to be signed. Same indecipherable text. Same compulsion to avoid reading it.

“Fuck you! I’m not agreeing to anything I can’t read.”

“Oh, Toots, yoo still don’t understand the situation yoo are in. I can activate Ad Break at any time. Take over yer body and mind. I can get yoo to sign that contract, then wake up and give every slut yoo can reach a lolli. Dat what yoo want?”

Tina feels her writing hand loosen and a pen materialize in it. Tina signs the vile thing. I need to get stronger. This fucking bastard needs to die.

Skye

Skye rouses from her reverie so cozy and warm she wants to stay in bed despite being so awake. She stretches out in the much larger bed. Ms. Tina came in to grab some indecent clothes and then spent the night with Ms. Josie, so she is alone. She eventually gets up and stares at the supplies she needs. While Ms. Dinah did talk her through it, Skye was just too embarrassed to actually manipulate her sword in her special place in front of the de-aged doctor. Then, she was too embarrassed to do it alone. While her reverie was not quite as arousing as the one last night, the anticipation of running into The Lady still got her special place slick with moisture.

She reaches over to grab the lubrication. She found it last night among Ms. Tina’s things. She opens the cap and gives it a sniff. It smells odd. Fake. Sword summoned, Skye squirts a bit of the stuff onto the hilt. The strange scent fills the room. She rubs it around until the hilt is slick with the stuff. The half foot of the blade closest to the small hand guard is actually a ricasso so, while a little annoying, she does have a grip that will not slice off her fingers. She gives some of the residue on her hands a lick. Yuck. How could anyone think that this stuff tastes like strawberries?

She sits on the bed for several minutes trying to work up the nerve to start. On the one hand, she refuses to be as irresponsible as Ms. Tina and enter the dungeon without everything she can bring to bear. On the other hand, it feels like cheating on her future lady love, even if she is doing this for his sake. She’s torn.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a text message notification. She wipes off the excess lubrication with a hand towel and grabs her phone. It’s Francis: ‘Hey, you free to talk?’

She slowly types back, ‘Yes, but shouldn’t you be spending time with Ms. Daphne?’

He fires back a couple of messages way faster than she can type. ‘She’s still going to be asleep for several hours. Thought I’d get some things done before rejoining her in bed before she wakes up.’, ‘If you are free to talk and not just text, give me a call. Hopefully that’s more comfortable than typing. Prefer talking anyways.’

It takes her a few minutes, but she figures out how to call. She greets him, “Hi, my future lady love. How was the date last night?”

“Amazing, but I’ll save the gushing about it to Daphne. Wanted to check in. See how you’re doing since you snuck off yesterday before I regained consciousness.”

She summarizes her the rest of her yesterday. She calmly describes how she is planning to use some mithril they looted to make herself a proper sword and how far she has gotten on it. With a little bit more concern in her voice, she talks about spending some time with Ms. Dinah. She notes that Ms. Dinah was a bit weird, seeming to have forgotten about Indigo. She vividly describes her reverie, with a tinge of disappointment at not seeing The Lady again. She did find a beautiful black sand beach on the edge of the forest in the Feywild dreamscape; the waves of the ocean gently lapping at the sand was quite peaceful, soothing.

“I’ll try to keep an eye out for Dinah. Help me with that, please. I can’t be there all the time. Anything else bothering you.”

“Yes... but it’s embarrassing. It’s about... my transformation sword.”

“What about it?” He has more than a little concern in his voice.

“I used up all the charges yesterday. I was trying to recharge it, but I feel bad about it. I’ve been saving myself for my future wife and this feels like a violation. So, what do I do?”

“If you’re asking me for permission to masturbate, you shouldn’t need to but you got it. But I want you to be comfortable with it. You decide not to, I will support that too.”

“I need to. It’s irresponsible for me to leave the sword uncharged. But, my special place is for my future lady love. It feels like I’m being selfish.”

He pauses, then tentatively offers, “Then share it. Turn on video chat and do it while I watch. There are points up for grabs for sexting. Might be worth trying just to help catch you up.”

Blushing hotter than she ever has before, she fiddles with the phone until she sees Francis’ neck. What are those slits? “Um, Francis, are you okay? Your neck looks weird.”

“Oh. Daphne got me a transformation to turn me into a Sea Elf. Apparently, she really wants me to be able to breathe underwater. I have gills now.”

Was that why I found that beach? Was I supposed to find him? “Oh. Do they hurt?”

“Only when I try to use them while not submerged.”

“Well, I guess I’m going to manipulate my special place for you. Please don’t think poorly of me for doing this.” She hesitantly aligns the hilt towards her opening. Ms. Dinah says that it shouldn’t hurt. Please don’t let it hurt. Skye slides the tip of the pommel between her lower lips. Still, she wavers, eyes closed.

“Skye, I will never think poorly of you. You brought me to our Lady. Would it help if I pray for your resolve to be strengthened?”

At the mention of The Lady and the hope that her future lady love will be devoted to her, Skye shoves the whole pommel into her special place. It feels so good. She lets out a keening whine. He starts to sing with his still too low voice. A prayerful war chant, sung quietly, almost seductively. If only his voice was prettier. She feels the rhythm flow through her regardless. At every beat, she shoves the hilt a little further in, her hips thrust ever so deeper. Soon she joins in the song, her moans harmonizing as a descant. She doesn’t realize how deep her hilt is buried within her until the tip of her pommel kisses her deepest entrance. She gasps, reveling in the sensation of fullness. “Now what?” she asks, breathless.

Interrupting his chant, he directs, “Now to move it back and forth.” When he resumes, he speeds up his chant, causing her to lightly rock the hilt back and forth, following the faster rhythm. More. I need more. She starts thrusting harder, faster, more frantic. She can almost feel The Lady smiling at her. With her spare hand, she starts to tease her lower button as she gives into the fervor. “Please, my future lady love, please, may I cum?” Not even waiting for the reply, the world goes white as the orgasm shakes her to the core.

Skye: +8 VP (Masturbated for Master [Blessed Toy] x4 Bonus [first time both participants])

“Didn’t even wait after asking for permission,” Francis teases.

“Why did I wait so long to do that?”

“So you could share it with your lady love. I’m sorry I’m not quite up to snuff yet.”

“You will be. Soon. Well, I have some smithing to do before making breakfast. Thank you.”

Daphne

“Morning, Beloved. Figured you would have gotten out of bed by now.”

“And miss seeing your smile as you wake up? Not a chance.”

“Seriously, you just laid in bed for like 4 hours?”

“Well, I did get up. Got on the Francis forum. Gave some new baby name suggestions for Frankie. Read through quite a bit of your reference materials for the dungeon. I got some questions, if you are up to them. Checked on Skye. Then crawled back in bed about half an hour ago.”

“Well then. Okay. Swim before breakfast?”

Francis responds by scooping Daphne up in his arms. Wheeee!

He sets her down by the edge of the pool, then turns back to the bedroom nook. Maybe he wants one of those silly swimsuits? She slips out of the borrowed T-shirt and dives into the warm saltwater. Her tail grows back and she starts a complicated series of dives, pivots, spins, and dashes through the water. He is soon back in a modest one-piece with a frilly skirt. Once he dives in, she notes in Aquan, “<I’m perfectly fine with you swimming nude, Beloved.>”

Feels like Aquan and underwater telepathy are now second nature, as Francis just replies, “<I wish I was too, Daphne. I wish I was too. Fucking voice in my head won’t let me. Too likely to notice my body is just gross.>”

Uh oh. My Beloved may not be up to this. Still, can’t hurt to ask. “<Speaking of things the voice may not let you do, can I have some yummy cummy wummies?>”

Francis casts the spell and a penis floats in the water. Pleasantly surprised, Daphne licks her lips and swims up to it. She opens her mouth as wide as it will go and lets her tongue hang out lewdly. He responds by slamming the phantom cock down her throat. So big. So good. As she starts bobbing the cock in an out of her oviduct, he adds some thrusts.

“<Hey, so is it bigger than last time?>”

“<Uh huh. Sooooo big.>”

“<Good. So, when did I get a PP applied to me?>” He looks a little more flushed than he should be from a single cantrip. The transformation did say that he feels the sensations…

“<I had to buy a PP to attach to Cuddles last night. When she made you cum, she applied it. And monsters only apply PP one way.>”

“<I see. Good. 1 down, like 3 more until maybe the voice will turn the fuck off. And if not 3, then 5. Your throat feels so good. Can I pump the phantom harder?>”

Daphne nods. He’s getting more firm. More willing to pursue what he wants. Good. Hope my Beloved will keep this up when he’s a she.

“<Whenever you are ready, Beloved. Blow your metaphorical load. Push me over the edge.>”

With one final thrust that feels like his whole cock is shoved down her oviduct, Daphne cums. The cock melts into cum as is erupts down her reproductive tract. Fuck, she thinks as she passes out, that was sooo worth losing magic for the day.

Dinah

Dinah wakes up slightly confused and very irritated. She feels so full and like she should be feeding her milk to somebody, but can’t for the life of her remember who. She goes through her Rolodex of potential milk drinkers as she gets dressed. Francis is the obvious biggest problem, with his self-destructive tendencies, but he isn’t a woman and can choose to make himself immune even if he were. Daphne has a whole world of issues, but she seems more committed to the harem than most of the rest of us combined. Scarlet and her have butted heads about how to solve Francis’ problems, but she is committed to the team. Josie and Tina each have personality quirks, but erasing those from them seem petty. And, frankly, Skye is a sweetheart and she seems to know what’s she’s doing.

She steps outside her room and, suddenly, her breasts fill lighter. Huh. Maybe figuring out that I have no one to feed at the moment made the milk go away? Weird.

Dinah: -10 BP

Dinah hits the cafeteria to see that she was the last one there. Daphne is apparently showing off that she can walk now. She bounds up to Dinah and asks, “Hey, can I carry you to the table? Help make up for past goofs?”

“No, Daphne, I’m fine walking to the table on my own.”

“Hey, I like it when my Beloved carries me. Maybe I can talk him into carrying you instead?”

Mentally noting the title change, Dinah states, “It’s fine. I’m already here.’ Dinah sits down. Skye has a plate already made for her. “Thanks for breakfast, Skye. And for dinner last night. What is everyone planning to do today?”

“Well, I’m borrowing the fish for date planning. Then I’m taking her to the shops to get her some clothes and stuff. When both need some wardrobe updates.” Daphne makes a face at the concept of clothes shopping.

“Are we delving today, Francis? If not, I still need to finish some forging.”

“Maybe. Tina, you didn’t get laid this morning, right?”

“I was a good girl and only edged my way to a leveled-up belly button ring.” Tina pulls out her phone to show off her new piercing details, then ending with, “So, I’m ready to party!”

Piercing of the Second Squirt (Level 2): This magical piercing allows the wearer to have an extra reserve of SP. After recovering from the first orgasm stun, the wearer regains [2] SP, if attuned. Leveled items can be increased by meeting set conditions. To level: Edge for 2 hour while having full SP AND/OR have someone else edge you for 1 hour while both of you have full SP. Level up effect(s) depends on which option(s) are completed. All edgers must have access to at least third level spells.

“We’ll do something together, Dinah. Figure it out after the meeting?”

Dinah agrees as everyone finishes breakfast. They then head over to the bathhouse for the daily meeting. The old crone looks disappointed that the bathhouse hall door opens for a second and closes right before 10 AM. Weird. Magic glitching, maybe?

The hag begins her spiel, “Well, sluts and Master, welcome back to Harem Hotel. Last night, Fish Slut did pretty well on her date last night, good enough for second place. Even better, she was the first one to start making progress on fixing the Master’s biggest impediment to being a woman. Keep up the good work, sluts.”

“Up for tonight is Gym Slut. Do us proud as you submit yourself to your eternal enslavement! And with that...”

“Wait, shouldn’t we get points for seeing Francis’ dick?” Tina asks.

“Oh, yes. My producer gave us permission to get rid of that particular VP reward yesterday, remember? We don’t want the game to end too early, do we?”

“Boo! Bad Host! Bad!”

Beckie: (Brain) Pop Survey Progress: +1

Francis: +40 BP (+20 BP earmarked for contestant modification)

“And, with that, you are all free to go. Toodles!”