No Time to Panic

Skye

Tonight’s the night and I still have so much to do! Ahhhhhhhhh!

Skye is panicking as she prepares breakfast for her family. Even after everything she has prepared for tonight, she still needs to cook and beautify herself. And she needs Harper entertained and ready for tonight. And, if she understands so-called “normal human traditions”, she needs to not be seen by her lady future love until when they are in front of the bonfire. How am I going to get all of this done?

Most of her family is sitting at the cafeteria table by the time she has breakfast ready to be served. Only Ms. Dinah and her lady future love (and, she supposes Indigo still counts) are absent. Breakfast served, she tries to catch her breath. It’s unnaturally hard to breathe right now. I’m getting dizzy.

Ms. Scarlet puts a hand on her shoulder. “Breathe, Skye, breathe. Everything is going to be okay. Want to talk about it?”

And most of it all comes out. Skye figuratively vomits her entire week’s worth of stress. How The Lady charged her to make the perfect date and how far behind she feels she is from it. And now she has less than 12 hours to get everything else done. By the time she’s done, she finds herself in a big group hug.

“C’mon, you goober. We’d all be glad to help. You helped a lot of us with our problems this week. I mean, you did kill my agent for me. That’s certainly worth more than me giving you a hand in doing whatever. So, ask away. Whatcha need?”

Skye starts to assemble a plan. Okay, maybe we can pull this off... together as a family.

Dinah

Dinah wakes up alone in bed. She can somewhat hear the sharp smacks of someone hitting something padded hard. Guessing it’s Harper doing some of that kickboxing thing, she sits up and checks her phone. She’s disappointed in her showing; not even 20 points after yesterday. She solidly still in the back of the pack. At least I’m halfway to the goal. Maybe next week I’ll catch up.

A series of texts from Skye pop in: “Hi, Ms. Dinah!” “I’m so far behind on my date!” “Could really use your help!” “Please?”

Dinah texts back: “What can I do to help?”

The ellipsis flashes for longer than Dinah would normally expect, but Skye is not the fastest texter: “One” “Keep Harper happy up there until the meeting” “Can’t let her see me until tonight” “Two” “Help me prep some things” “Three” “Fashion advice?”

Skye asking for fashion advice is probably the funniest thing Dinah has seen the entire time they have been trapped here. That is worth commenting on: “Fashion advice, really?”

Single word responses from the drow: “I” “Must” “Look” “Perfect”

The word choice there. Ominous, from that girl. She’s up to something. Skye only deserves one response: “I’ll help.”

Skye sends an emoji of an artichoke. She still doesn’t understand how texting works, does she?

Finally getting out of bed, she heads towards the sounds. There’s Harper, pounding away at one of those boxing bags. The de-aged doctor watches Harper for a bit. The way Harper’s jabs emphasize her newly enlarged breasts is a little intoxicating, especially in that skimpy sports bra. Watching the flexing muscles in her legs as she lands a round-house kick to the bag, nearly knocking it over. As she spins back, Harper sees Dinah. Harper shimmies a little as she approaches the de-aged doctor.

“Hey, Dinah. Sorry I didn’t get back to bed to greet you this morning. I expected you to sleep in for another couple of hours. Did my racket wake you up?”

“No, Harper. I slept well. Thank you.”

“Well, I should hit the shower real quick and then we can join the others for breakfast.”

Two birds, one stone. “Uh, how about I join you in the shower?”

“Sure, if you want.”

The two women head towards the bathroom for a morning shower. Harper starts to pull her workout clothes off, only to be stopped by Dinah. “Harper, let me, once we get there.” Harper shrugs, “Okay.”

Once in the bathroom, Dinah starts the showerheads. All of them. The room slowly warms up and the air starts to get humid. Harper stands there at attention. Dinah stands on her tiptoes to pull Harper’s sports bra over the redhead’s head. Tossing it out the open “door” of the nook, she gently kisses down Harper’s neck. The elf winces as Dinah accidentally kisses into a gill.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“How’s that like, by the way?”

“Having gills? Depends on who you ask. The fading human finds them weird, but sometimes useful. The elf thinks them as normal as having lungs.”

Dinah, already having Harper’s gym shorts halfway down her legs, asks, fear in her voice, “The fading human?”

“I told Scarlet I needed I clean break from Francis. Well, some of that isn’t exactly by choice. Every night, my reverie makes my elven life seem a little more real and Francis seem a little more like a Kafkaesque dream. I’m pretty sure I’ll still always be me, but I’m becoming the me I would have been if I was born a female sea elf from another world. It’s strange to dwell on. The eroding away of my old life to make room for the new.”

“You aren’t worried? In a sense, you’re dying, Harper.”

Harper snorts, “Oh, I’ve already died, Dinah. The moment I was pulled onto this set, I died. It took a bit for the body to catch up, but he died yesterday. All that’s left is some memories. I hope the new me is to all of your liking, Dinah. She lives for all of your sakes. Now stand up. It’s my turn to undress you.”

“How can you be sure you’ll stay you?”

Harper starts to unbutton Dinah’s pajama top. “Eilistraee will protect whatever parts of Francis are worth saving.” She slips Dinah’s top off as the doctor is befuddled and examines the bra, “Ah, I should have noticed this last night.” She pops open the front bra clasp easily, asking, “Why haven’t any of you gotten me into some of these? Seems super convenient.”

Dinah comes out of her confusion to ask, “Who or what is Eilistraee?”

Harper squats to pull down Dinah’s pajama bottoms, answering, “Skye’s goddess. She’s real. You’ll see.”

“How do you know the game hasn’t driven you insane?”

Harper has the audacity to just shrug. She pulls down Dinah’s panties, then answers, “Ask my shrink. She is downstairs.” Then Harper walks into the shower. The water streams down her skin, the light reflecting off it highlighting Harper’s elven curves. She starts to wash herself, then turns around to ask, “You gonna join me or just gawk at the girl with the resolved existential crisis?”

Dinah wraps Harper into a hug, kissing her firmly on the lips. The de-aged doctor pulls away to exclaim, “Look, Harper, Francis was incredibly important to me. Please don’t abandon what made him him. And I’m sorry for what we’ve had to put you through.”

Harper kisses back, just as passionately as she did on the couch last night. After a moment both too long and too short, she pulls away to respond, “Thank you, Dinah. That means a lot to me. But it’s okay. We all have our burdens to bear. Just help me from going too far over the edge, please.” Harper gives a slight smile, at least until Dinah kisses her back. Then, they both lose themselves in the moment.

Dinah doesn’t know exactly when or how they both are sitting underneath the rain shower heads in the middle of the shower, but they both are. What can I do for points right now?

Harper knows what she wants, as she gently pushes Dinah’s head down onto her breast. She groans, voice conveying her longing, “Fair is fair. While I’m not producing, you can still make me cum this way. Please.” Dinah latches on and starts to suckle. She tweaks Harper’s other nipple with her hand, drawing out several gasps from the elf. Harper’s hands slowly sink down to their crotches; she starts to pump a couple of fingers into her snatch but hesitates to touch the de-aged doctor. I shouldn’t push it yet. Give her time.

Harper screams out as the orgasm washes over her. She mindlessly keeps pumping to extend the sensation as the ecstasy overpowers her sense of self. Eventually, she stops and catches her breath, her gills flaring.

Dinah: +4 VP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [Nipplegasm] x2 bonus [first time contestant participant])

“Wow. These feminizing orgasms just keep getting better. Thanks.” Harper leans in to kiss Dinah again, “Did you want me to...”

“Don’t worry about it right now. I’m good.”

The two have a chaste, no nonsense shower after that. Harper takes what feels like a solid half hour to dry her ridiculously long hair, then starts to braid it. Dinah leaves Harper to it, then summons a lovely mimosa brunch breakfast for them to enjoy. When Harper steps out, she asks, “Hey, you didn’t want to join the others downstairs? I’ve been enjoying the big group breakfasts and I’m sure Skye made enough for all of us.”

“Can’t I enjoy these last moments for us to bond?”

Harper sits down and nods, seeming happy to accommodate a little more alone time. The two talk about nothing and everything as they eat. Dinah ends up drinking both mimosas and eating Harper’s pancakes. Feeling stuffed (and a little tipsy), Dinah giggles as she directs Harper to her vanity. Another make-up lesson will surely take up some time, right?

Dinah: +2 VP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [Make-Up Lesson])

Harper

Slightly drunk Dinah is... interesting.

Since Dinah is insistent that Harper get her SP back from her morning orgasms while not bothering Daphne, Harper goes to visit the hotel apothecary. The tipsy Dinah hangs off her shoulder.

The deep sea fish looking mermaid (dragonfish, maybe?) looks annoyed as she greets, “Welcome to Medea’s Mixtures. We are out of stock on Potions of Long Rest, so don’t bother me about them, Slut.”

“Wow, rude,” Harper can’t help but note, “What do you have to restore SP? I mean, I have a Potion of Long Rest on me, but I don’t want to use it just to refill the ol’ magic pool. Seems wasteful.”

“Well, Slut, I do have some Mana Potions that will do the trick. You aren’t gonna **** me and steal them like the last so-called slut of a customer that walked in here, are you?”

“I’m sorry for how Indigo treated you and I’ve dealt with it. Has she even tried to apologize yet?”

The abyssal mermaid starts to add things together, “Wait. The Master was supposed to deal with that psycho and you claim to be him. Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrgh!!!!!!!!!!! You’re a chick now and I missed my chance at filling my egg sacs with your sweet, sweet baby batter! <Fuck!>”

Harper sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Look, Daphne came up with a solution to that particular problem and you are welcome to try it out after I get some SP back. Just maybe work on your customer service a little first, please?”

The mermaid mutters, “<Like that traitorous bitch ever comes up with anything that works.>”

Harper answers back, “<You know I speak Aquan too, right?>”

“<FUUUUUCK!> I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sure you like your <traitor> and she did help me get back my memory, so I guess I can at least see what you got.”

Harper merely holds out her hand as the mermaid digs out a greyish brown, sludgy looking potion. Harper takes a whiff, gags a little, then gives the mermaid a look. “It’s still good for another couple of hours. I’m not gonna waste a fresh one on something that may not work. It’s free if you insist, Mistress.”

Harper, regretting this already, pounds the potion. She nearly vomits it back out, plus her breakfast, but manages to barely hold it together, asking, “What is that rancid flavor?” She does feel her SP return to full.

“Shark liver.”

Casting Phantom Penis for the first time since she fed Daphne the morning of their date, Harper is surprised just how big it’s gotten.

“<Daaaaaaaamn,> that is sooooo worth the wait. Shove that monster in my mouth!”

Medea lays out on her counter, protruding lower jaw opened as wide as it can go. Dinah sobers up at the sight of the mermaid’s throat bulging insanely wide as what should be a 14.5 inch cock with like a 3 inch diameter slowly presses down to the very isthmus of her oviduct. Medea starts to stroke the base of the cock, enough of it still sticking out of her mouth that she can easily get both hands on it, as Harper mentally commands it to thrust back and forth. Harper feels Medea’s throat as if she was pumping away at the fish herself: the scratchiness of the tongue, the slight tearing sensation of her sharky teeth, the tightness of her throat and the oviduct beneath it, the frantic stroking of the mermaid’s hands. Probably a good thing that the girls waited to basically the last moment for me to actually have cock sex; if it felt as good as this does, I might have fought giving it up. Now, I can have the best of both worlds, if Daphne wants a regular feeding. I should talk to her about that. Harper tries her best to keep pace with Medea, but she is moving her hands way faster than the smidgen under 2 mph that Harper can actually control the phantom penis. It’s doesn’t matter that much at the end; The frantic frenzy of desire from Medea soon causes the cock to melt into a giant blast of cum down her oviduct, the remnants of which just soaks her face.

When Medea comes to, she begs, “Again!”

Harper switches to Aquan to answer, “<If you want that, tell me why you call my beloved Daphne a traitor.>”

Medea looks frightened. “<Can’t. Ask Ariel.>”

Spinning around, Harper gets ready to leave. Dinah is looking a little green (with nausea, not envy). As she exits the room, she adds, “Maybe later then. We have like 2 minutes to get to our meeting.”

Tina

Tina was a little worried about Dinah making it on time, then, with about 30 seconds left, Harper and Dinah enter. Harper is dragging a heavily bound Indigo behind her, who is cussing up a storm in Spanish. As someone whose Spanish is limited to only curse words, Tina feels like she’s increasing her vocabulary anyways. Soon enough, the evil old crone is floating over the bathhouse pool.

“Yeah!!!!! Someone is missing! Someone is missing! Punishment time!”

Skye lets out an “Eeep!” as she’s teleported about a dozen feet and is unceremoniously dropped into the water. Water is splashing as Skye swims and pulls herself back out of the warm scented water. Tina is the only one who can see her grimace. Greater Invisibility is a funny spell.

“Hey! I saw a splash, but no slut and no VP penalty! What gives?”

Scarlet, who thought that this was a bad plan for some reason, answers, “Skye is invisible, not missing, you dumb bimbo bitch. I feel her trying to hide behind me right now. She just doesn’t want Harper to see her until their date tonight. Harper, sweetheart, if you’d be so kind as to close your eyes for the rest of the meeting, we can get on with it.”

Ooooooh, that is an easier way to handle the situation. Oh well. What’s 5 SP for a friend?

Seeing Harper dramatically cover her eyes with her hands, Tina drops concentration on her spell. Skye, suddenly visible, whispers in Scarlet’s ear.

“And no peeking Harper.”

Harper says something in the pretty gibberish and the gibberish speakers all calm down.

“Can we get back to the meeting, now? So, super so-so job on your date last night, breeder slut. Way to stay in the exact same position on the leaderboard as you were yesterday, in a pretty distant 5th place. At least you’re only like ten points behind 4th place now instead of like two ten points behind. There was some shuffling above you. We now have two sluts with at least eight ten points. Way to go not breeder sluts!”

Dinah, who seems actively annoyed, asks, “Wait, are you trying to say two of us have at least eighty points?”

That causes the harpy to stare blankly into space for several minutes. She then asks, “What is this ‘eighty’ word you speak of? Anyways, don’t care. Tonight is naked slut’s turn. How many points do you think she can get, audience? Ten points? Two ten points? Three points? Who knows! Anyways, I’m going to cum for several hours now. Toodles!”

Beckie: (Brain) Pop Survey Progress: +1

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