Contract Negotiations.

Skye

When Skye comes to, she finds herself in a neon red room. Her special place is burning with desire. She is dripping her love juices down her leg. She desperately wants to have a prayer session right now. But, Skye is here for a reason.

The reason is obvious as she takes in the room. Ms. Tina is covered in all manner of evil indecent clothes. The clothes seem to be attacking her? A foul imp is tormenting her with it’s obscene copulation organ.

“Yoo dumb broad! Yoo were supposed ta promote da restaurant, show yer Master a good time. Yoo weren’t supposed ta ‘kill’ one of dere regional managers! Do you know how annoying it is for a regional manager to do dere job on interdimensional Zoom? Obviously, no more independent thought for yoo. As soon as I can find a new contract fer yoo, I’m just running yer body til the job is done. ‘Cause. Yoo. Are. Too. Dumb. To. Think.”

That last bit involved the imp whacking Tina across the face with it’s foul copulation organ. She summons her estoc from her inventory; the blade shines as bright as day. Obviously, this monster needs to die.

“<Monster, prepare to be slain by the light of The Lady of the Dance’s radiance!>” Skye bellows, letting her hair glow with Moonfire. She lunges forth and pierces the imp’s skull. It’s insides glow with a silvery light. The beast, not quite felled, blindly swings at the drow; Skye easily dodges, then stabs again. Another easy dodge and another quick stab. The third blow handled it. Her blade stops glowing. So, she wills her hair to stop soon thereafter.

Skye: +2 XP (Killed a Level 3 monster, 0.75x penalty, rounded down [over-leveled])

She starts to try to free Tina only to suddenly find herself in the dark forest of her reverie. She feels her connection to Tina sever. <That isn’t good. My Lady? Is Tina okay?>

Tina

“Good evening, Ms. Campbell.”

Tina, still bound in a straight jacket, ball gag, and a chastity belt, finds herself sitting on a dark leather couch. The room is classier than Vinny’s. Like from one of those old 80’s movies with the monochrome decorated rich people homes. Sitting behind a desk is a very beautiful woman in a power pantsuit. She might have been seen as just a yuppie goth if it weren’t for the large, blood-red feathered wings growing from her back. She does not look happy.

“You have caused Hotel Concierge, Inc several severe headaches the past 24 or so hours. Bringing a producer in to handle contract negotiations? Breaching your contract in such an explicit and violent way? Summoning a champion of a goddess into our corporate office? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fire you out of a cannon into the sun?”

Tina moans into her gag.

“Well, you do have a cute moan. If I allow you to speak, will you be compliant? Cannon into the sun is still an option.”

Tina nods and the gag pops out. “Hi. When I volunteered for this transformation, I assumed that my agent wouldn’t be a mind controlling scumbag. And I would be brand representing stuff I believe in. If you don’t like it, you can talk to my producer.”

The lady summons a big sword and slams it into the desk. “You say one word to call that producer again, and you won’t get the second word out.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry for defending myself from that bastard Vinny.”

The sword is returned from where it came. The lady lays back, “Well, Ms. Campbell, you have proven to be too dangerous to merely be left to an imp. Congratulations. I’m your new agent. Prudence. The pleasure is all yours.”

“You gonna mind **** me for men’s cock sucking places?”

“No. Are you wanting to talk business now?”

“Great. Sure.”

“On your phone, you will find a new app. It’s called ‘Insta-Thot’. You are expected to make at least 3 posts a day on it. That includes date and challenge days. My assistant will send you posting details and the appropriate props for sponsored posts. I also have a guest appearance lined up for you for this afternoon.”

“And this is when you pull out a contract I can’t read to ruin my life, right?”

“No. You are just going to do as you are told. Else, your literal cannon fodder. Any other questions?”

“So, Skye’s weird naked dancing goddess thingy is real?”

Not even bothering to answer, Prudence waves Tina away. The world shimmers and she finds herself in bed, dead tired. To her left side, Skye squirms, looking extremely uncomfortable. Tina slips the panties off her and the drow girl calms down. On her right, Francis looks like he just woke up. He gives her a couple of light pats on the thigh and then slips out of bed. Tina stumbles out to follow.

“Tongues me, Francis.”

He rolls his eyes, then casts the spell on her, “<It’s 2 in the morning. You sure you don’t want to get some more sleep?>”

“What about you, Francis?”

“<I got my 4 hours in. I’m wide awake. Something you want to talk about before you head back to bed?>”

“Can you come back and hold me until I fall back asleep? I’m scared.”

He scoops her up. “Sure, Tina. Sure.” He hums a tune she doesn’t recognize, but it’s soothing. Laying her in the middle of the bed again, he allows her to use his breast as a pillow. She listens to his heartbeat and she feels safe. He kisses the top of her head, supporting her head with the arm she’s laying on. She wraps her arms around his waist and yawns. Hopefully, no more nightmares until morning.

Dinah

Dinah groggily wakes up, clutching her kitty stuffy. She had the most wonderful dream. Her true love tenderly caressed her as Dinah gave birth to a litter of their children. Normally, Dinah hates foxes (she was bit by one when she was very little during her dad’s stint stationed at Kodiak Island; she barely survived the encephalitis infection she got from it), but her true love’s tails are just so fluffy they are impossible to resist.

Dwelling on the dream just digs up more sadness. The feeling of hopelessness presses into her. She hugs the kitty tighter. I don’t know why I feel like this. So many beautiful, kind women here and the one teacher who made my life infinitely better, and none of them fit. None of them are HER. What a cruel fate, to be bound to a harem, knowing your true love isn’t in it. Despite the effects of the stuffy, Dinah begins to cry.

Josie puts an arm around her. “Don’t worry, Dinah, I’m sure the dumb fish has figured out how to fix you. You’ll be better soon.”

How can one fix utter and complete despair?

The gym wolf gives the de-aged doctor a kiss on the cheek. Dinah feels nothing. And that should scare her.

“Breakfast?”

“Not hungry.”

“C’mon. Need to eat anyways.”

“I’m fine here. You can leave me if you want.”

Josie scoops Dinah up. “Nope; you barely ate yesterday. And I’m not leaving you here for Beckie to try to drown again. Let’s go.”

Daphne

Daphne sits cross-legged on the end of the bed, preparing her spells for the day. Not delving today, even if I wanted to. Need to give up too many prep slots for investigative spells. Hopefully, all that abjuration suffering was worth it.

Her door alarm didn’t trigger last night, which is good in a way. One instance isn’t enough evidence, but knowing that they weren’t visited by the baddie last night may mean they won’t be in future. Scarlet is still asleep. Maybe now’s a good time to look for any unexpected magic? Didn’t think to do that before suffering through spell scribing.

Having the time, she starts ritually casting Detect Magic. Her eyes glowing with the spell, her initial scan doesn’t detect anything. She starts snooping around nooks and crannies. Scarlet wakes up before the spell ends, but that definitely ruined the mermaid’s search.

“What are you doing, Daph?”

“Searching for unexpected magic stuff. You ready to seduce my Beloved?”

“You are one weird fish, you know that Daph?”

Scarlet starts looking too. She immediately finds something by looking under the bed. “I assume you didn’t buy this, Daphne?” Scarlet asks, pulling out a milker.

Daphne immediately covers her egg sacs and freaks out. “Get that thing away from me! It’ll kill my babies.”

Scarlet gives her a confused look. “I mean, it’s a little large for a milker meant for humans, but it can’t be that bad.”

Daphne explains mermaid egg development to Scarlet. How, even with the regular consumption of fresh testicles, it takes years for the eggs to mature to the point where they can safety be ejected into a host creature. And, until then, removal from the sac will result in the egg dying. “In conclusion, the pressure from someone suckling on my extractor is fine and pleasant, but pressure from something like that...”

Scarlet makes a squeamish face. “Okay, so if I didn’t buy this and you didn’t buy this, that would leave Dinah.”

“Or whatever did that to Dinah. I suppose someone could use it to extract Dinah’s milk. We haven’t really tested the milk’s actual effects sufficiently. Might work even when not straight from the tap.”

“We’ll keep it in mind, but we got breakfast, then the meeting, then you need to try that Remove Curse spell on Zoe. Francis is counting on you.”

“I won’t fail my Beloved, Scarlet. You worry about getting into her pants.”

Francis

Francis is enjoying a few moments to himself. He almost misses being locked up here by himself for most of the day. Almost. Time spent with his **** harem (<Ugh, don’t like thinking in those terms>) is good, but he needs some time to recharge. He throws some power crosses at the heavy bag, trying out some hand-to-hand combat while in the bladesong, with only a little bit of success. His kickboxing style is definitely being a bruiser and the bladesong is way too elegant for that. Still, throwing punches is enjoyable.

“Hey, cutie, where’d Skye go?”

Francis sighs. He swaps his sword for his phone and starts texting: “Skye went to cook breakfast for everyone downstairs.” “She was worried about you, but I let her know that you were fine.” “We eating up here or with them?”

“You know, you could Tongues me again,” Tina replies. She bats her eyes at him. He walks up, wraps his arms around her and gives her a kiss. Casting the spell through his lips, he pulls back to say, “<I am going to be so annoyed if Scarlet wants to delve, considering I’ve spent a third of my SP on Tongues for you and it isn’t even breakfast.>”

“Well, aren’t we feeling brave, cutie? Good thing I like ya, huh?” She gives him a slap on the butt, which causes his nethers to tingle. He bites his lower lip, torn between wanting more and wanting to stop before they go too far. She interrupts his thoughts, “Eww. Stinky girl. Shower?” Before he can respond, she is already dragging him into the bathroom. The shower is (mostly) chaste. She gives him a couple of lewd squeezes, but not enough to trigger anything.

Leaving the shower, he notes, “<You are such a tease sometimes.>”

“And you like me teasing, cutie. I’m sitting in your lap for breakfast. I’m hoping for waffles.”

A plate of waffles, decorated with whipped cream and berries, sit beside his breakfast, both placed before his throne. She pushes him to sit there, then hops on his lap. Checking her phone, she beams.

“So this is how I get to sit here. Neat. Oh, that reminds me.” She then spends the next few minutes getting the perfect angle to take a picture of her breakfast, wiggling her butt into his crotch the whole time. Finally done, she teases, “Is my ‘work-in-progress’ girlfriend a little pent up yet? By the way, you still owe me dungeon loot and I earned another level-up during our date. Don’t ask how.”

“<Oh, I’m sure Frankie will post about it in the most embarrassing manner possible before I check the forums again. She entitled her last ‘episode summary’ thread as ‘I got myself a new Pegging Sister! Hawt!’>”

He pulls out the DM stuff. Describing the tattoo, he hands it over to Tina. He tries to talk through Level 5, but, despite it being pretty simple for sorceresses, Tina is too distracted by what she should fantasize about before applying her new item. She whispers, “Got it,” in his ear and smiles, staring into his eyes. She pricks herself right on the sternum and Francis sees an image of his face, his eyes staring, as it eats out Tina.

“A fantasy for next week, cutie. Enjoy. Anyways, you were saying something about all I get are third level spells?”

“<And your combat cantrip will deal more damage, but that’s technically part of the cantrip, not a feature of your level-up.>”

Once again, she picks spells more for magic show marketability than usefulness for combat situations. Granted, the Third level illusion and conjuration spells that are combat oriented are not exactly thrilling to him either. And Fly could certainly be fun. Gotta help her get 2 more levels until he could enjoy it, though.

She breaks him out of his distracted thoughts, “So, anything else for this morning? I mean, I’d like to do the whole ‘edge for my pretty tummy jewel’ thing, but I already made you spend some SP.”

<Now, there is an idea...,> Francis thinks, then asks, “<How about a make-up lesson? I was really impressed with your ability to make my mug look presentable. You got any other tips?>”

“Now who’s trying to ruin a delve date? Don’t worry; I doubt Scarlet changed her mind since going all flippy or whatever it is Monks do. I don’t know why you think I needed to do anything impressive. Your face is... perfectly fine. It’s not like it looks like a lame boy’s or anything.”

Still, the two of them are sitting at Francis’ vanity. Tina’s lesson is not exactly what he expected. Instead of trying to hide his mannish features like she did to the doll, she shows him how to highlight the feminine features in his androgynous face. He actually feels a little prettier after all of it; the cum oozing out of him is a sign of appreciation. He checks himself out in the mirror, then looks at the image of his face tattooed to Tina’s breasts. Still a match, but both now a mannish looking woman.

Tina: +4 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Make-up Lesson] x2 [first time contestant participant])

“There, cutie. Feel better?”

Remembering how Tongues dissipated last night when he came, he pulls out his phone to text: “Actually, yes. Yes, I do.” “Thank you, Tina.”

She carefully kisses him on the cheek. “Think you can keep everything in check. Don’t want you to ruin my work of art.”

More texting: “I’ll try. Thanks.” “How did you get so good at this anyways?”

The two walk down to meet the others as Tina tells stories of being the make-up girl for her high school theatre troop. The wouldn’t let her on stage because she was “too hammy”, so she learned make-up and costuming. She doesn’t remember exactly why she thought of the all-male actor rendition of Antigone (just like the Greeks did it) when she was working on her Fashion Francis, but she did have fun teasing some of the boys for letting her doll them up like girls.

Soon enough, they are the last to arrive in the bathhouse. Indigo is still aloof, looking actively annoyed. Dinah looks like she wants to run away despite her stuffed kitty’s effect, being held in place between Daphne and Josie. Daphne pops a thought in his head, “Hey, Beloved. Got the spell learned and ready to go. Detective Daphne is on the case! Love ya!”

He thinks back in Aquan, “<Love you too.>” He smiles seeing his mermaid blush.

Tina gives Francis one final peck on the cheek, saying “Ciao, cutie. Treat my other girlfriend right today.” She then walks towards the clump of Scarlet and Skye. Skye looks ecstatically at Tina (<Guess she sees that Tina is okay>). Scarlet, for her part, walks up. The redhead smiles, then lets out a surprise, “<Morning, Francis. Hopefully, Tina didn’t wear you out too much. I want to make a day of it, if you don’t mind.>”

“<When did you learn Elvish?>”

“<Last night. It’s a topic for discussion sometime during the date proper.>”

“<Day trip it is, I guess. Looking forward to it.>”

“<One-Shot Room, as soon as you can after the meeting. I’ll be waiting. Dress Casual.>”

And then, Beckie appears. <Time for our meeting.>