Pre-Dawn Happenings

Skye

Skye has adapted well to the reverie. As soon as she finds herself in the dark forest, she dashes though the foliage, hoping that tonight is the night she finds her love from the seashore. She especially wants to find her tonight: the first night of the rest of their lives. She needs to hug and kiss her Harper. Here, where they can hopefully be intimate without the rest of her family being punished.

So, when the clearing she finds is occupied by grass and her goddess instead of black sand and surf, she is surprised. Of course, in her rush, she finds out by bumping into her glorious hamstrings and calf, which doesn’t help. The dark forest turns bright white as Skye cums her brains out from the contact.

Coming to, she finds the goddess leaning over her, “How is my sweet little cinnamon roll of a champion? Did your new wife satisfy you?”

“Yes, my Lady. Thank you, my Lady. But, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go back to finding her.” Skye gets up and starts to run, only to find herself floating in the air.

“Wait, Skye. We need to talk. That’s why I’m here.”

Skye stops pumping her legs in the air and finds herself sitting on the soft grass. “Sorry, my Lady. I’m trying to avoid some of the implications of having such direct contact.” She feels the urge to touch herself already rising.

“It’s okay, my champion. I understand. I’ll make this quick. I’m proud of your work this week. You handled your first quest very well. You helped your new family in ways both small and large. Keep up the good work. Are you ready for your next quest?”

“Already? Surely I would need more time with my new wife...”

“If you fail this quest, your new wife will be dead by this time tomorrow.”

“When you put it that way, what would you have me do, my Lady?”

Skye tries her best to follow The Lady’s train of thought as she describes what Skye is to do. It’s hard while Skye rubs her special place, but she manages. I will save her!

Tina

Tonight is just a night of supernatural intervention, huh? At least I’m clothed this time.

Tina finds herself in the 80s monochrome chic office of her new agent. She sits on a hardback chair before the ebony-wood desk. Her agent, blood red wings unfurled, sits on a throne of skulls and bones, smiling. She leans forward on the desk, staring deeply in the blonde’s eyes. Tina shivers.

“Well, I’m pleasantly surprised, Ms. Campbell. You’ve earned this.”

Tina: +10 BP

“Huh? What I do?”

“You hit your first paid subscriber milestone on Insta-Thot. 1000 people are paying the equivalent of 20 BP a post. I loved your post asking for help editing your foursome porn footage while masturbating. Genius. If there’s one thing the simps love more than paying for porn, it’s white knighting to solve technical issues. You had so many comments on that one. Good job.”

“Wait. I was seriously asking for help.”

“Oh, that’s cute. I have one of my assistants actually edit your posts before they truly go live to add that final bit of polish. You don’t have to worry about editing. Just get us the raw footage. The editing assistant was annoyed that it had to make the video job look so amateur, but it worked. Anyways, you also made it to the Top 50 posts of the week in the interspecies erotica category for your orgy. Have you talked Ms. Smythe into becoming something more interesting yet? She dragged your virality down by being so boringly human.”

“Yeah, I’m not asking my girlfriend into giving up her humanity just to help my social media clout.”

“We’ll circle back to that at a later date. This afternoon, I do have you booked on another season. How do you feel about Renaissance Fairs?”

“Lame place for sweaty nerds?”

“Your booked as a pre-orgy entertainment act for the Adventuria season post-challenge 1 staff wrap party. Have fun. They’ll enjoy your comparatively amateur magic act. If you do a good enough job, perhaps you’ll get invited back to perform for the actual cast. Again, play nice. No murdering.”

“Stop acting like Vinny didn’t deserve it.”

“Did I say he didn’t? It’s just hard to sell you right now because of that debacle with Cum Guzzlers. But, build up your popularity on Insta-Thot and your reputation by playing nice on appearances, and you may just start to turn a profit for the agency. And, trust me, you do not want to be in debt with the agency. Good night, Ms. Campbell. Keep up the good work.”

Harper

For the first time since becoming an elf, Harper rouses from reverie with a wide-awake bedmate. They look deep into each other’s eyes. Her eyes are like liquid amethysts and I want to swim in them.

“<Morning, wife.>”

“<Morning, love. Want me to make breakfast?>”

“<Skye, we only have so many hours left before the honeymoon is over and we go back to the show nonsense. I’d rather spend this time with you.>”

“<My Moms spent their honeymoon planting a vineyard. Work never stops on the farm. I’ll make breakfast. You surely have some family management task you can work on.>”

There is that cultural difference; but it’s good advice. I do have things I could do.

As Skye head to the kitchen, Harper checks her phone for last night’s notifications and pulls out her new sword. Scanning through the notifications, she sees one that’s odd: “Transformation Evolved.” Rolling down her transformation sheet, she sees it:

Head of Hair – Mistress maxed out her hair length, now she gets a reward. While her hair is still an erogenous zone, it is now somewhat sentient. Her hair now is capable of styling itself and manipulate small objects weighing 1 pound or less upon command. Her hair also gains a proficiency in Sleight of “Hand.”

With a gentle command, Harper’s hair braids itself perfectly, if in a teasing manner. She feels herself getting a little moist down there. Cheeky. Harper feels her hair invoke an image of herself sticking her tongue out? Okay, so you can express thoughts, or at least emojis. You have a name? She gets an image of herself pointing at herself. Gotcha. You’re me. We cool? An image of herself holding up a thumbs up, then an image of herself sticking her tongue between her pointer and middle fingers. Good talk.

Turning to her sword, she considers it. It’s probably not cursed, given it was a wedding gift, but I should figure out what it is. Assuming it is somehow magical, she starts to ritually cast Identify. What she finds is... unusual.

???? (Level 1): Finesse. Versatile (3 slashing, [1] radiant). 2 slashing damage, [1] radiant damage. This longsword can be used as an arcane focus. Leveled spells cast through this weapon gains [+1] damage per level of the spell. When an evil aligned creature is struck by radiant damage through this blade, that creature cannot have their HP or max HP increase in any fashion for the next 1 minute. Leveled items can be increased by meeting set conditions. To Level: Do what the sword’s name tells you to.

Well, that explains why the sword felt so much better. I could have won if I knew I didn’t have to put all that oomph into my attacks. Oh well. I’ll win next time. “Hey, Skye, where did you get this sword from?” Harper shout-asks.

“From a buried chest on the sandbar. The Lady guided me to it.” Skye shout-answers

“Can you tell me anything else about it?”

“I didn’t even know it was a sword until you had it last night.”

Hmmmm... Disconcerting.

Skye walks into the dining area with a simple breakfast of eggs and bacon, with some fruit on the side. “You okay, love? Is the sword good?”

“Oh, it’s very good. It’s a +1 weapon that boosts spell damage and it also blocks healing, which feels random. First time Identify didn’t give me a name, which is disturbing.”

“Maybe you just need to name it? My sister’s wife likes to name things.”

“The problem is, it has a name. To level it up, I have to ‘do what the sword’s name tells you to.’”

“Maybe Ms. Daphne can help? Eat, before the food gets cold.”

“Maybe,” Harper muses as they eat. Skye’s glancing at the pirate ship between bites. Does she want to...

“So,” the drow asks, distracting the redhead from her line of thought, “What else do you do while you wait for the humans to wake up?”

“Quick prayer, check the Francis forum, try to recharge from the stress of constant socialization.”

“Do we stress you out?” Skye starts to sniffle.

“It’s not any of you. I love you. It’s me. I’m just extremely introverted. Remember my first transformation? I’m really glad it hasn’t triggered in quite a while.”

Skye stops sniffling as soon as she starts, “Oh. Well, why don’t we pray together, then you go recharge? I have some other things to do before we head down. We still have a family to feed, after all.”

Harper kisses her drow on the forehead and scoops her up. Sitting the drow in her lap, they sing a quick morning prayer. It feels more real with Skye in her lap, dripping love juices down her leg. Skye slips off and starts to clear the table. Harper decides to take a quick dip. The saltwater feels really good on her gills as she swims along the bottom of the pool. This feels natural. Almost like this is where I belong. Wherever we settle at the end, I’m going to need a place like this to swim.

Harper feels calm as she air dries from the pool. Then Skye immediately breaks the serenity by bringing the redhead a chastity belt, which she holds as if it’s a venomous snake, and a potion.

This is concerning. “What are you doing with that, Skye?”

“I need you to do several things for me, Harper. It’s important.”

This is really concerning. “How important?”

“It’s life or ****, love. I wouldn’t ask otherwise. One, I need you to promise not to go into the dungeon today nor do anything that will trigger an orgasm. Keep your magic use to the absolute minimum. Two, I need you to design me a solo level to get as much XP as possible today. Three, I need to accompany you on your date tonight. Four, I need your permission to have sex with my harem-sisters. Five, I need you to wear this and keep it a secret. I’ll let you out when it’s safe. Please.”

“Oooh, numbered requests. First three things, done. For item four, you don’t need my permission to have sex with any of them, Skye; you may be my wife, but some people, including a very pretty drow, are insisting that the others are my future wives. I want and expect all of you to get along and, if that includes the occasional romp in a bed, I encourage it. As for that last request, it’s kind of hard to keep that... thing secret, given the effect clothes have on you.”

“That’s what’s the potion is for.” Skye shoves the belt in Harper’s hands, then summons her phone to pull up the potion’s description:

Greater Potion of Transformation Suppression: After consuming this potion, a transformation of the purchaser’s choice will be suppressed for 24 hours.

Skye: -40 BP

“Wow, Skye, that is expensive. Are you...”

In a move straight out of Harper’s book, Skye just downs the potion instead of waiting for the whole question. That settles that. “Ok, then, Skye. I’ll put this thing on.”

Slipping on the metal panties is awkward and uncomfortable, but Harper does it. Skye summons a key and locks Harper in. Pocketing it back to her personal inventory, Skye shows Harper the features of the belt. It will magically handle biological functions for her, so it’s safe to wear long term. Harper doesn’t feel disconnected from her magics. I guess chastity belts count as accentuating my nudity? I guess that makes sense, considering the boss fight yesterday.

“Did you buy this, too?”

“It’s one from your ship. I do not like that room very much.”

“Oh. Neither do I. I should get dressed then.”

“<Thank you, love.>”

Harper head back to the bedroom area to assemble an outfit: her mithril boots, some stockings, a pair of boy short panties and a matching sports bra, a knee-length skirt, and a cute T-shirt that shows off her midriff. She then gets some basic make-up on and offers to help Skye get her face made. Skye declines, but Harper enjoys brushing her hair at least, gently kissing the drow’s neck a few times in the process. Skye beams as Harper dotes on her. Hand and hand, the two exit the Suite. Then, they stop. Right across from the Josie statue, a golden statue of the two of them is placed in the stairwell aquarium. The statue of Skye looks completely lost in the throes of lust and the statue of Harper, almost collapsed into the golden drow, looks basically there too.

“Well, there’s our statue, Skye.”

“I love it, my lady love. You look so happy.”

“Yeah, I do. Thank you for last night.”

“Anytime, my love, as long as it doesn’t hurt our family.”

With one final kiss, the two head to the cafeteria kitchen. It’s time to make breakfast for the rest.