Dinah Date 2, Part 3: Streaking

Harper

Little baby Tina is crying. That distracts the triumphant other Dinah enough for her to leave the table. Now, there is only Frankie gloating over their victory over the “home team.” Frankie is such a poor winner. And a poor dancer.

“Sorry, Dinah.”

Dinah, sitting all prim and proper after removing her panties, sighs, “It’s fine, Harper. We weren’t winning against a couple who played together for a couple of decades. They knew each other so well they didn’t even take a single bag. I didn’t even know what you were thinking half the time, ignoring your double nil betting nonsense.”

Dinah: +5 VP (Displayed Naked Slut Body to Master)

“Still my fault. I should have adjusted to your much more conservative play style.”

“Stop that, Harper,” the other Dinah declared, “and Frankie, little Tina has a gift for you. Diaper change time.” Frankie grumbles as she takes the baby and the diaper bag to the bathroom. The other Dinah turns to Harper to sigh, “One of the best things about being the harem Mistress is never having to change a diaper unless you really want to. Well, I do believe we have a forfeit to administer before the three of us head back home. Thank you for the lovely afternoon out, Mistress Harper. Oh, and my host would just would never let me hear the end of it if I don’t mention how you can stream episodes of my season, ‘Harem Hotel: Paging Doctor Dinah’, on Harem Hotel Hereafter. Here.”

The other Dinah presents 2 pink d4s. Dinah picks one up, asking, “What are these?”

“Roll it and it determines the severity of the temporary transformation you are getting.”

Sighing, Harper grabs the other and gives the d4 a toss. It lands on a 3. Suddenly, Harper feels extremely uncomfortable; like there are a trillion eyes ogling her mediocre frame. She wraps an arm around her chest and, try as she might, cannot seem to cover up her pussy as she wants. It’s maddeningly arousing. She wants to touch herself soooooo badly, but then the oglers would perv on that.

“Harper, you have a womb tattoo now!” her Dinah exclaims. Harper forces herself to look down on her torso. A big pink number 3 made of roses, right where her pubic hair would be (if elves grew body hair, that is). She gasps.

“Dinah, you need to roll, too.”

“Ugh, fine.” Dinah rolls her die and it lands on a 1. She looks equally uncomfortable. The only difference is that her tattoo is a 1 made of roses. The other Dinah sets down a note card while saying, “Lucky, Dinah, lucky. Poor luck for your Mistress. Here are the details. I’m sure you can clear the transformation before the evening part of your date. Enjoy!”

With that, the other them, with their baby a tow, head out of the room and off the set. Grabbing the notecard, Harper reads aloud:

Bouquet of Bareness – You’ve heard of the Scarlet Letter, correct? Well, here is a Rose Number. While adorning the body, the Bouquet of Bareness suppresses any feelings of comfort about nudity the wearer has while enforcing strict nudity. Whenever the wearer feels embarrassment, they also feel an equal amount of arousal. This arousal can only be decreased by being ordered to orgasm from a clothed person. Whenever the wearer orgasms this way, the number decreases by 1. On zero, the transformation ends. Warning: prolonged exposure to this transformation may induce an ENF kink (Temporary).

We need the others, fast! I’m going to just die of embarrassment without this gone right now!

Dinah is already on it. “Everyone but Skye are in the recovery room of that dumb dungeon thing. Let’s go.”

The One-Shot Room resets to the default white space as the two hurry, covering themselves up as best as they can, out the door. Harper leads the way. She gives the hallway a quick scan, then scoots over to the Dungeons for Damsels door. Pushing the button to select said room, she beckons Dinah to follow. The two then shuffle down to the recovery room, listening to Tina pout, “What do you mean I shouldn’t get the potion? I should get something!”

Be brave, Harper, be brave. You like everyone in the room and they’ve all seen you naked before. It’ll be okay.

Just poking her head into the room, using the wall of the stairwell to cover herself, Harper meekly says, “Um, guys, we have a situation here. Help?”

“Hey, Beloved! I love to hear from you, but shouldn’t you be on your date with Dinah?”

“Hey, Harper. Tell Daph I should get something from the delve. They are being mean with the loot!”

Dinah whispers behind her, “Is everyone clothed? And did you pick up my clothes?”

Looking into the room, Tina shifted into some casual clothes for the moment and Daphne is in a big oversized T-shirt. Whispering back, “Yes and yes.”

“Good,” Dinah whispers. Then she shouts, “Daphne, order me to cum!”

“Um, Dinah, I order you to cum, I guess?”

Dinah moans as an orgasm washes over her. She then asks, “My clothes please?” Popping them out of her inventory, Harper instantly drops them. Dinah sighs, then modestly squats down to pick them up. She takes the note card from Harper and walks into the recovery room. Soon, the delving foursome are laughing. Harper burns from arousing shame. Josie walks over to the stairwell and scoops Harper up. Struggling in vain against the magically super-strong wolf-girl, Harper finds herself completely exposed. Josie is at least nice enough to kiss Harper on the neck as the gym wolf thoroughly mortifies her mistress.

“I am so pissed right now.”

“Not angry enough for the VP penalty. You know that this is going to be a funny story when the game’s over. Here’s the deal. We’ll order you to cum after you allot our loot and give us our levels. Sound fair?”

Harper rubs her thighs together to try in vain to take the edge off of this shame. “Fair,” she begrudgingly agrees, “What am I divvying?”

Daphne looks guilty, but speaks up. “5 things. We have an arcane focus, a set of pasties, a tub of protein powder, a potion of XP, and a PP. I can provide details if you want.”

“Just the minimum details I need to decide.”

“Okay. The focus boosts water damaging spells at the cost of increasing libido, the pasties add bonus erotic damage to martial damage, the tub provides an infinite amount of protein powder that tastes like the femcum of the last person the owner ate out, the potion gives someone at Level 5 or lower 5 XP, and you know what about PPs already.”

“Fine. Who’s leveling first?”

“Ooooh, me!” Tina exclaims.

Tina earned enough XP to level up twice in the delve today? What did they just fight? Harper tries as best as she can to guide Tina through 2 levels of sorceress while still burning with shame. She asks for the spell Daphne used to cheese the challenge, taking Misty Step for her level 6 spell, then 3 really good Level 4 spells (man, Greater Invisibility can be so broken).

“So, what piece of loot do I get?”

“None of them. I’ll buy you a spell transformation tomorrow and Daphne will help you level-up your bellybutton ring when we’re done. Fair?”

Tina pouts a little, but relents, “Okay. Whatever spell I want?”

“Other than it has to be a spell of 4th level or lower, whatever spell you want. I won’t even say a bad word about it.”

“Well, I’m going to go scope out my options. Cum, Harper, cum for your favorite bunny! Bwa ha ha!”

An orgasm rips through Harper, but her arousal almost instantly returns to on edge. Ugh.

“I should go next,” Scarlet notes, looking a little embarrassed, “I need to get to my stripping job soon.”

Three levels for Scarlet? I really want to go back in at this point. Outside of numbers going up, it’s simple enough. The only real decision Scarlet needs to make is her ASI or feat. She chooses one of Harper’s favorites: Mobile. “This would have been mildly useful in one of our fights. Might have gotten through it without Josie getting hurt if I didn’t have to bonus action Disengage. I’m assuming I’m getting the pasties.”

Seduction’s Kiss: When these pasties are the only thing covering the breasts of the wearer, the wearer gains 1 erotic damage to her martial damage.

Scarlet walks towards the stairs, turning around only to say, “Cum, my love. Cum.”

Another sudden orgasmic blast, another almost instant return to the edge.

“What’s three levels get me, old lady? And set my collar to Pet Mode, please.”

Again, despite 3 levels, Josie only needs to make a single decision. She grabs a feat Harper was eyeing for herself (maybe, eventually): Slasher. “The tail sucked to attack with. 3 claw attacks per turn is where it’s at. The baddies can’t hurt me if they’re too busy holding their guts in to give me a good counter-punch, eh old lady? Can I have my protein powder now? The batch I bought from the hotel Kang-oo’s is almost out.”

“Sure.”

Josie grabs the tub, then cackles. “Suckers! Who cares about getting a single combat magic item when you can save so much money never having to buy whey powder ever again!” Despite her embarrassment, Harper can’t help but chuckle at how enthusiastic Josie is about a tub of infinite protein.

“Don’t forget, you’re sharing that with me. May I please cum now?”

“Nope. See ya.”

Josie: -2 VP (Mildly annoyed Mistress)

Daphne distracts Harper from complaining further. “Hey, Beloved, I got enough XP to level up too. Only 1 level, but that’s okay, right?”

“Of course. Can I please cum now?”

“I’d love you to cum, but you did promise...”

“They all left. It’s just us.”

“I’ll totally tattle,” Dinah sardonically states. Harper gives her a dirty look.

“Almost done, Beloved. You inspired one of my spell picks. The other is inspired from the focus. It really wants me to lean into being a stereotypical mermaid caster. Unless you wanted it?”

“It’s yours.”

Rod of the Water Adept: Arcane Focus. Water spells cast through this focus ignore resistances to the spell’s damage type(s). In addition, the rod has 3 charges, which are restored by using the rod to bring the wielder to orgasm. The caster may expend a charge to have a water spell deal an additional amount of erotic damage equal to half of the spell’s level. The wielder of the rod will always be moist and ready for rod insertion (-1 libido modifier).

“That leaves the potion and the PP.”

“I’ll give the potion to Skye after we’re done here. Give the PP to Dinah. We’ll use it tonight to get my lady bits to a normal size, assuming you didn’t have a plan for it.”

“Sounds good, Beloved. Guess I need to find Tina, then Medea. I order you to cum when I kiss you goodbye.” Daphne first hands both consumables to Dinah, then shoves her rough tongue down Harper’s throat. She cums instantly. The dreaded edging session is over and Harper kind of wants to get dressed after all of that. But, she has to deliver a present to Skye first. Then, she gets a text notification from a Cassiopeia? Reading it, that is a problem that needs addressing.

“I’ll meet you at the stairs in a couple of hours, if you don’t mind, Dinah. I have an Indigo issue to deal with, plus Skye’s present. I will really, really want a shower after all of this.”

Dinah looks a little shaken at the mention of Indigo, so she nods in agreement. Harper, feeling a little guilty for snubbing her date tonight to deal with the others, heads out, potion in hand.

Skye

Skye is checking on her mold when she hears the patter of bare feet approaching. Swinging around, estoc summoned, she finds herself threatening her lady future love. Thoroughly embarrassed, she blushes, then hurriedly tries to push Harper out of her forge.

“My lady future love, shouldn’t you be out on a date with Ms. Dinah?”

“What are you up to, Skye?”

“Um, nothing. Don’t worry about it. Glad to see you, but you really must be going. Ms. Dinah awaits!”

Harper stands firm, resisting Skye’s thrusting. They are surprisingly evenly matched. Then Skye slips on some of her love juices. Harper catches her before she falls. “Okay, Skye, I won’t snoop. I’m just here to drop off a present from the other girls and I. Here. 5 XP in liquid form.”

Skye holds onto the potion. “Oh. Thank you, my lady future love. Sorry.”

The way her lady future love smiles at her fills her stomach with silvery moths. She drinks the potion. It tastes of the concept of old. A difficult thing to describe. Dusty tomes, faded inks, a life well lived? She can’t quite place it.

“So, ready to talk about your level-up? It’s time to start multi-classing.”

Harper talks Skye through the decisions she has to make for her first Ranger level. She’s a little annoyed that her Intelligence modifier isn’t good enough for her to cast her new spell for free, but she has a couple of SP on hand. She smiles as knowledge of the old fey tongue fills her mind. The language the messengers for the non-elven gods might also be useful, but it’s not as necessary. And a whole new world of vineyard keeping blossoms in her mind as she starts to ponder how to apply this bestowed knowledge of nature.

“Thank you, my lady future love. Now, please go. Ms. Dinah is waiting.”

Indigo

The rainbow sparkly mermaid keeps poking Indigo with the butt of her spear. Apparently, that was the best idea the fish came up with once she finished scrolling Insta-Thot to wile away her time. Indigo grunts. She’ll probably have a bruise after this. Donde carajo esta el veijito?

Eventually, the veijito walks in, looking annoyed. She starts to talk to this eely looking mermaid (who did nothing to stop the poking, other than to flip the pointy bit around so Indi wouldn’t get stabbed) in weird whale noises. Indi can hear her phone fire off a notification; she can guess what it is.

Indigo: -2 VP (Disappointed Mistress)

The veijito doesn’t say a word. She just drags the pervy fox-girl by the rope to the group showers. Finding a bathtub, she starts to fill it up, adding some bath soap to the water.

“Want to tell me what you were up to yet?”

Indigo just glares.

“Well, here is what I got. You were planning to doing the **** orgasm thing with that mail-room girl and making contact with whatever outside source got you your magic. You had the good sense not to include that contact’s name, but not the sense to figure out a more discreet way of making contact. Are you enjoying your punishment trigger, by the way?”

She can do nothing other than grunt in irritation.

“So, here is what’s going to happen. You smell awful. I have a macro in the app for the rope to take care of you in a bath: wash you while keeping you from drowning. I am going to run it, then the punishment will turn off. Should take about an hour. How about next time you try to apologize for all the harm you’ve caused instead of just trying to make more?”

The veijito checks the water temperature, turns off the tap, and walks out. Anilla starts to creep Indigo into the tub, suspending her such that she can’t move. The pervy rope then starts to rub the sudsy water. Again, I either win or I die. There is no other way. I need to get out from under the thumb of this fucking app. Helpfully, I know just the mermaid to talk to about that.