Delve 2, Part 2: Boss Fights

Daphne

Well, the two kids are having fun. Dr. Hornblower is not. She’s been clinging onto Daphne the whole time. It’s frustrating. Emotions are not all they are cracked up to be, eh?

Scarlet managed to calm Josie down long enough to get a quick peek into the boss room. “Ok, 4 little birds and 1 big one. Josie, you start on the small ones and I’ll take the big one.”

“But I wanna smash the big bird,” Josie moans.

“I’ll let you give it the last hit.”

“You’re the best, Scarlet.” Josie gives her redheaded girlfriend a kiss. A kiss Scarlet seems to return.

As quick as the kiss started, Scarlet breaks it off and rushes at the big turkey. She somersaults into an overhead kick, smacking the boss in the head. Unfortunately, she wasn’t quite in a great position to land a follow-up chop, getting pecked for her effort. Josie’s blood-red aura oozes out of her as she rushes for the nearest turkey. The cross she throws is so hard that the turkey’s head flies off. The other minions start to panic, running generally away from the wolf-girl like chickens with their heads cut off. Which, if Josie has her way, they soon will be.

Scarlet handstands to land another kick on the boss turkey, using the rotation of her body to avoid the counter-attacking peck; she delivers another kick as she gets upright. Josie keeps chasing at the minions, ripping another one apart soon enough. One of the minions get a sudden burst of courage and pecks at the wolf-girl. The beak bounces off, dealing no damage. It panics and runs again. Josie chases after it.

Scarlet starts a backflip kick, only for the boss to smash it’s face in her gut. The redhead hits the ground, hard, and knees the turkey in the face. Josie caught her prey and tears a chunk of it’s throat out with her teeth. Face bloodied, she turns to find the final minion.

Scarlet throws a rapid elbow and throat chop combo at the turkey, both hits landing. She doesn’t quite get out of the way of the incoming headbutt and takes the hit in the shoulder. Josie tackles the last minion, wrapping both hands around it’s scrawny neck. She rolls around and gets on her feet, turkey minion being wielded like a club. The pitiful toe claws on the turkey again do nothing against the bloodlusting gym girl.

Scarlet throws another rapid 2-hit combo. Daphne does notice that Scarlet actually holds back a little to stun the final bird. Josie, with an overhead swing, smacks the smaller bird into the larger one’s skull. Both turkeys explode, the larger one into a chest.

Well, they did pretty good. Now for me to act like the wizard. Daphne walks over to the chest that materializes from the corpse of the giant bird and opens it. 4 items. Nice. One for each of us, maybe?

“Let me check them for bad magic before you start grabbing things.” Daphne summons her spear and carefully uses it to pull each item from the chest. A stuffed kitten toy. A squid toy (Mine!). A spiked collar with a leash. And a garter belt with matching hose. She starts to ritually cast Detect Magic. She’s mildly distracted by Josie and Scarlet making out, but manages well enough. All 3 items (other than her squid) have enchantment effects on them. The squid has an abjuration effect. Her harem-sisters have the weird amalgam of primal magics from their transformations and both Scarlet and Dr. Hornblower have an additional enchantment effect on them. On Scarlet, it’s to be expected, considering the fight she had to mediate last night; on Dr. Hornblower, though... That’s a conversation to have with my Beloved.

“So, 4 magic items. Any in particular we should start with?”

“The collar is obviously mine, unless one of you two wanted to join the pet girl gang.”

One ritual cast of Identify later, and Daphne can explain the effects:

Beware of Snog (Level 1): This pet collar has 2 modes: Pet Mode (collar is studded) and Attack Mode (collar is spiked). While in Pet Mode, the wearer will be unable to deal erotic damage and this collar will gain a charge, up to [1], when the wearer brings someone to orgasm. In Attack Mode, the wearer can spend one or more charges to add erotic damage to a successful attack equal to bloodlust bonus damage for each charge spent. Mode can only be switched by the wearer’s owner. Leveled items can be increased by meeting set conditions. To Level: Bring an ally to orgasm while under the effects of bloodlust.

“I’m interested in the lingerie, I guess. Unless the cat is good.” Scarlet notes. Funnily enough, it seems to be her item:

Hosiery of Ki Weaving: While wearing this piece, a monk may, once per day, reveal her stocking clad legs in a seductive manner to regain ki equal to their Martial damage. In addition, a monk may spend 1 ki when successfully landing a kick to add 1 erotic damage to the attack.

“Dr. Hornblower, would you like me to check the cat or the squid first?” She just stares.

Let’s check the cat first:

Soft Kitty: The bearer of the soft kitty will be constantly under the effect of a Calm Emotion spell. In addition, by singing the magic words, the bearer will fall asleep. Dreams while cuddling the kitty will be calm and peaceful.

After Daphne finished reading the description, Dinah grabs the kitten toy and starts to instinctively sing: “Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur. Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr.” Then proceeds to fall fast asleep, cuddling the stuffy.

Then the squid:

Squeaky Squid Sid: This squeaky squid toy is virtually indestructible for all your pet mermaid needs. Perfect for her to gnaw on.

I should be insulted, but, then again, all I did was watch them fight and wizarded up the descriptions. Daphne puts the toy in her mouth and bites down hard. It squeaks. Wheeeee! And it tastes like real squid, too! Daphne doesn’t care how her still awake harem-sisters laugh at her. She pops it in her inventory. Save that for later.

And, with that, Josie lugs the de-aged doctor over her shoulder, still fast asleep, and the team leaves the dungeon. Time for snacks!

Josie and Scarlet: +14 XP (Killed 12 Level 1 monsters and 1 Level 2 monster)

Skye

With everyone rested, the party considers the portal. I wish I could do a quick peek first. That way, we’d be able to make a decent plan. I’m sure my lady future love will come up with something on the fly, but communicating that in the heat of battle may not work. Just got to do what my class does best. Hit hard. Hit fast.

She glances at Francis. It is quite unfortunate that her copulation organ is still so indecently erect. It seems to be a consistent problem when facing a higher level foe. Maybe when Ms. Josie is strong enough, Francis will need to “tank” less? Here’s hoping.

She gives a more intense look at Ms. Tina. It’s good that she has that oily, shiny Mage Armor on now. I wish she’d think through things a little more. At least she’s been helpful this time. Please, My Lady, don’t let her drag us down. I need the XP for you.

The three enter the portal to find themselves in a throne room. Sitting on said throne is the most disgusting male Skye has ever seen. It is corpulent, it’s belly hanging over it’s knees. It’s both super hairy and feathery at the same time. And, of course, it’s beaky maw is leaking drool across it’s acne covered face.

“Dick Gobbler!” the male exclaims, “Dick Gobbler. Dick dick gobbler. Dick. Gob.”

“Is it a Pokemon?” Tina asks.

“Ms. Tina, what is a Pokemon?”

The disgusting male is somehow able to stand and waddles. Need to make a move now, before the battle truly begins. Skye dashes across the arena, dodging the lesser blonde lady turkeys. Skye appreciates not having to look at the mean lady representing the enemy. With a solid thrust, Skye shreds the gross male’s right bicep, easily sidestepping the awkward swipe that comes her way.

Ms. Tina uses her magic to summon a small tornado right in front of the male, too quickly for Skye to react. The male is dragged forward as bits of detritus pelts it from the side. Francis, slower than Skye, starts her bladesong, her too low voice setting the beat as she starts to become... fuzzy? She strides her way as far forward as she can, preparing to defend Tina from the small horde of blonde turkeys. Said turkeys engage with Francis; she easily dodges and deflects their onslaught of attacks.

Skye strikes again at the foul male. Her aim is true, piercing through the male’s left winged hand as it reaches out to smash her, only to have the gobbler smack her hard regardless.

Ms. Tina moves her little tornado thing to fling the revolting creature away. This time, Skye is prepared to strike as it moves, Left thigh this time. Skye is pleased by the several bleeding puncture wounds she has delivered already. Ms. Tina adds several more as 5 cards fly and slam into the creature’s corpulent flesh.

Francis slams her foot on the ground, causing a shockwave to radiate from the impact. The turkeys are shredded from the ****, but one slams into Francis from the back. She stumbles for a moment, but regains her composure.

While Ms. Tina’s spell is useful, it is a smidgen annoying to dodge, Skye muses as she dashes around the effect, preparing another strike. This blow is clean into the fat thing’s chest. Skye wishes she could deliver the blow stronger, completely missing it’s meaty paw smack her hard in the face. She stumbles a little, conveniently getting completely out of the way of the tornado, but inconveniently being out of position to get another hit in.

Skye doesn’t know if it was the dust from the tornado or just a poorly aimed slash, but Francis slams the floor just out of position with his blade. The floor cracks from the impact. The gross male thing lunges at her crotch, but pecks her in the thigh instead. Skye thrusts towards it’s gross skull, only for her shortsword to graze through it’s comb as it lunges onto Francis’ crotch again. Francis lets out a throaty moan as her copulation organ is stimulated.

Ms. Tina barrels her tornado into the trio. Francis is the lucky one, as the creature is flung off of her crotch with a funny sounding ‘Pop’. Her crotch is twitching, pulsing. Skye is also flung, pummeled by debris. She’s not feeling great. Ms. Tina keeps up the card **** as well. Francis fires off one of those diamond orbs, hitting the blob of a male despite the dust in the air.

Skye tries to both stab the male and get away from it, as that last tornado movement hurt. She’s definitely failed at the first and not sure if she got the second done. She definitely didn’t, as the tornado veers wildly, flinging Skye into a wall. Ouch. In a fog of dizziness, she watches as the disgusting male wraps it’s beak around Francis. Francis moans, her evil inner passenger cries out, “Yes, Yes! Take this pathetic thing away!” Her eyes glaze over as she falls to her knees. The male grows bulky, her lady future love’s seed dripping from it’s gross beak. The 5 more cards slam into it. Tina calls out, “Almost out of magic! Make this next hit count, Skye!”

Skye gets to her feet and dashes around the tornado. She strikes true, stabbing the foul creature right through the soft palate in it’s beaked maw. Then, she’s flung away from the monster as the tornado shreds through it’s fatty flesh. Ms. Tina cries out in ecstasy as a few more cards hit the corpse. My Lady, what did I do to deserve Ms. Tina?

Delving Party: +4 XP (Killed 12 Level 1 monsters, x0.33 [over-leveled])

Delving Party: +2 XP (Killed 3 Level 2 monsters, x0.67 [over-leveled])

Delving Party: +5 XP (Killed 1 Level 5 monster)

A strong sounding of elven hunting horns resonate in the chamber as Her Lady answers her prayer, “My dear Champion, you did nothing wrong. I like the bunny. Play nice. She’ll need your help tonight.” The sudden wave of arousal from hearing The Lady slams straight into Skye’s special place. With that, all 3 delvers are on their knees, riding the waves of orgasm.

Francis

Francis, now in the relative comfort of the recovery room, is swarmed by requests. “<One at a time, please. Tina first. She’s got a date to plan.>”

Daphne speaks up, “Actually, Beloved, the date’s already set up. Tina just needs to call a start for it.”

Francis gives Daphne a look. Daphne understands and slowly slinks to the back of the clump. Tina bounds up, pouting, “1 XP away from Level 5. So annoying. Level me up, Francis!”

Francis, using Skye as a translator, explains what Level 4 means. As much as he tries to encourage her to take Comprehend Languages, either as her spell for the level or as part of a Ritual Caster feat, she blows all of that off. “1 Levitate and 1 Actress Feat, if you please. Thanks. See you in the One-Shot Room after you clean yourself up. Bring my part of the loot. Bye, cutie.”

Scarlet takes the tablet Francis uses for DM purposes, punches up her leveling decisions, then submits. Francis reads over the results, slightly confused. He asks “<Did you mean to do this?>” and Skye translates.

Scarlet scans through her updated character sheet. “Of course they perved the class up. What the heck is erotic damage? Second time I seen the term today.”

Francis shrugs. Daphne helpfully speaks up, “Uh, have you ever sexed up so hard that it starts to hurt? That, basically.”

Francis pinches the bridge of his nose. Scarlet kneels down, “Hey, Francis, it’s okay. They were bound to make my plan perverted sooner or later. The decisions I made, I made. It’ll be fine.” She gives him a peck on the cheek.

Josie walks up next and hands Francis the handle of a new leash. “Put me in Pet Mode, old lady, then level me up.”

<Pet mode?> Francis thinks as he takes a hold of the leash. The spikes on Josie’s collar shrinks down to studs. He then enters his decisions on leveling Josie. Handing the sheet to Josie, the gym girl smiles. Josie slips a finger down her thong, then a blood-red aura surrounds her. Her tongue grows larger, touching the notch on her sternum, and much rougher looking. “Scarlet, time to go!”

“You’re planning on using that on me? Looks like a good way to spend an afternoon. Let’s go.” Scarlet hops into Josie’s arms and starts to suck on the wolf-girl’s giant tongue. The two walk out of the recovery room. <Hope they have fun.>

Daphne walks up. Dinah, asleep in Daphne’s arms, clutching a stuffed cat, looks like she hasn’t stopped crying since he last saw her. “Uh, Beloved, you may want to deal with Skye first. This is important and more than a little delicate.”

“That was one thing I wanted to discuss with you, Francis. Did you notice Ms. Dinah’s BP score this morning? It looked off. Indigo’s did, too.” Francis nods in assent, then replies in Elvish, “<What did you notice, Daphne?>”

“Well, uh, it’s awkward, but Dr. Hornblower has a pretty gnarly spell effect on her. I saw it while checking my party’s loot for magic. I need to spend some time actually Identifying the effect, but it explains her behavior this morning.”

“<I really want to help. Tell me what you need.>”

“Give me a few minutes. I’m way too high leveled to have Identify prepared.” He watches Daphne set the sleeping Dinah down, then starts to ritually cast said spell. He turns to Skye, noting, “<Well, you’re situation is a bit trickier. You have 2 choices. Take a level in Rogue, getting an ASI or a Feat like Tina, or take your first level in Ranger. Thoughts?>”

“I really need access to magic tonight, my lady future love.”

“<Weird turn of phrase that. But, if you need some magic, there are some feats that will grant you a limited amount.>”

“If you need me to explain my change in reference, Scarlet asked us to view you as a woman. I’m glad to help. But, never mind that. I trust your judgment.”

Francis guides her through the process of picking up a Magic Initiate Feat using the Druid’s spell list. Once the Level Up completes, Skye’s eyes shine silver for just a second. “<Thank you, my lady future love.>”

“<You are quite welcome, Skye. Happy with the choice?>”

“<Yes. Very. I will await Ms. Dinah’s diagnosis. She may need my help.>” Skye takes a seat by the mermaid and the de-aged doctor.

“<Daphne, what do you got?>”

Before she can answer, an unwanted face appears in the doorway of the recovery room. Francis shifts to Aquan, then spits out, “<Are you here to apologize, Ariel? Or is there something else you want?>”

“English, Master. You are on camera,” Ariel replies, shimmying towards his seat. She gives the barest glance at Daphne (who is quivering), then continues, “And it seems your property is unharmed. We have a delicate situation. Would you come with me?”

“<Daphne is a person, not property, Ariel. If you are not here to apologize, then say your piece and get out.>”

“Fine. One of the staff members have accused you of something quite heinous. Do you remember Zoe?”

<Zoe? What happened to her?>, Francis frets, then answers the lionfish mermaid, “<I remember her. Junior writer. Felt really disappointed in how one of the votes went during the transformations. I have texted her a couple of times with some questions. How did you fail her?>”

Ariel fumes at that, angrily growing in Aquan “<I take care of my frenzy, fake elf. You tread dangerous waters to imply otherwise.>”

Before Francis could reply, Daphne blurts out, “I know what’s wrong with Dr. Hornblower. Something akin to a Modify Memory spell. Can’t tell if it’s been upcast significantly or just multiple castings layered, but it’s going to take some major work to unravel. If there is one person affected by this, there could be more. If you will allow me, Frenzy Chiefess Ariel, I could see if a similar effect is on Zoe.”

“Master, control your property. It shouldn’t presume to speak to it’s betters.”

Francis turns to his beloved mermaid, ignoring Ariel, and asks in Elvish, “<Is this a false hydra scenario?>”

“A what, Beloved?”, Daphne replies. Skye also gives him a bit of a look. Francis knows it’s rude to exclude the drow farmhand from the previous parts of the conversation, but he doesn’t know if Ariel knows Elvish. Right now, he doesn’t care. He explains, “<A false hydra. DoD adventure trope. A monster that erases memories to hide it’s presence. Dinah has been acting strange and you did say she has a Modify Memory spell effect on her. It fits well enough.>”

“Having an explanation is one thing, but fixing Dinah is another. Any ideas for that?” Skye asks.

“<Remove Curse, maybe? I can take it as a third level spell. Worth a shot?>”

“Save it, Beloved. I’m pretty sure you have a Remove Curse spell scroll right there. I set the loot tables such that it tries it’s best to match each player to what they need. So, Tina goes into a boss fight without any SP, the dungeon gave her a way to have an emergency reserve. Dr. Hornblower goes in as a non-combatant under emotional distress, she gets a stuffy that’ll help her sleep. You go in with a harem member underneath a curse-like effect, the dungeon gave you the scroll, paper, and ink needed to scribe it.”

He hands the noted scribing supplies to Daphne. “<I got a date tonight. I trust you, Beloved. Fix Dinah. Please.>” Daphne nods and takes the supplies, “I’ll get on it right away, Beloved.”

“Are you done being petty, Master? I still have a young member of my frenzy that has been violated.”

Francis sighs, “<Fine. What happened?>”

As Ariel begins to describe the situation, a look of revulsion washes over Daphne. It matches the one Francis feels inside of him. Skye looks confused at first, then horrified. At the end, Ariel notes, “I have seen enough. You aren’t the culprit. Neither is your property in this room. But, when I find out who did this, you better hope Beckie punishes them before I can.” She then starts to shimmy towards the nearest water tube, turning her head to have the last word, “And you are much less tolerable with that ungrateful attitude and that tiny cock.”

After Ariel left, Daphne gives him an uneasy smile, “Beloved, it’s okay. I’ll start checking your party’s loot while you handle your level ups.”

Francis got himself enough XP for 2 levels, between his date with Josie and today. He contemplates only taking the one level, but he gives into the thirst for extra power. Never know when a third level spell would be handy. Especially since there is one to cover for Tina refusing to be reasonable. Tongues is not the most exciting spell, but it’ll be useful on their date.

By the time he’s done and the new spells fill his spellbook, Daphne has finished Identifying the loot, “Well, Beloved, I did recognize some of this already. You have about a ream of spell scribing paper, enough scribing ink to write on said ream, and a Remove Curse spell scroll. I’ll start scribing the new spell to my book soon; I’ll hand back the remaining paper and ink in the morning. The d4 is a consumable ‘Die of Victory’. If a contestant rolls it, they gain that much VP, then the die turns to dust. The final 2 items are more interesting and actually needed Identification. First, the ring:”

A Ring of Two Minds: When equipped, a spellcaster can cast a spell of Level 5 or lower into the ring. The spell will remain stored so long as the ring is equipped. As a free action, the spell can be cast from the ring, retaining all other aspects of the spell. The ring will maintain concentration on spells that require it.

“<Well, that removes the biggest problem with casting Haste on yourself. Mine, unless you really want it, Skye.>”

“I’ll take the Die instead. I’m really far behind in the VP standings.” Skye takes the d4 and tosses it.

Skye: +1 VP

<Oof. Bad luck, Skye.>

“Second, the tattoo:” Daphne holds up a long needle.

Ink Coat of Arm(ors): When equipped, this needle will appear as a tattoo of the wearer’s most recent sexual fantasy. When the wearer casts Mage Armor, it will gain one of the following additional effects, depending on how the wearer feels about the subject of the tattoo. The tattoo’s image can be reset upon orgasm:

• (Source of Strength) – Instantaneous Spells Deal 1 additional damage

• (Source of Protection) – Mage Armor gains 1 additional Armor

• (Source of Reason) – Once Per Turn, gain advantage on one roll

• (Source of Lust) – As a Bonus Action, the wearer can make a Charisma (Seduction) Attack against a target that can see the wearer. This attack deals 1 erotic damage.

“<Wow, that is potentially really good. Tina will be happy. Speaking of, I should probably get ready. Any idea how I should be dressed?>” Francis slips on his new ring and pockets the needle in his inventory.

“The decent thing to do is to show up nude, my lady future love.”