Challenge 2, Part 6: And Some Don't Fit In Anymore II

Skye

After that, it was a foregone conclusion that the priestess would be calling a community meeting that night. Her moms, having had a little time to process things, are very annoyed with Skye.

“Daughter, you went and got married without our approval? And to a former male? I thought we taught you better than that.”

“The Lady officiated the wedding herself. If you cannot support that, especially in the situation I found myself in, then you simply do not love me. And do NOT insult my wife by calling her a former male. She’s my lady love and I will not hear otherwise.”

Skye expected push-back. Her mothers are quite stubborn. She’s surprised she doesn’t get it. “Good to see you have grown a spine on your run, daughter. I will not complain any more. I will also not approve of your wedding until I have met this lady love of yours myself.”

“Understood, mother. I will try my best to make that happen.”

“Now let us get you cleaned up. You seem to have been dripping love juices for a solid hour.”

Skye blushes, “Yes, mother.”

Tina

Tina has her phone ready. She has a perfect backdrop, the roof of the Shaven Beaver giving her as good of a view of the town as she can have. Her disguise will last for another 15 minutes or so, and, with a little Skywriting action, she’s ready to cut a great promo to really piss off Cletus. First, she casts the spell, adding the words “Follow TinaTitanofTrickery on Insta-Thot for Hot Tina Action!” to the skyline, accentuated with clouds shaped like her doing various naughty things. She then changes her disguise, removing the zoot suit Cletus wears and replaces it with an itty-bitty clitty cage. Standing in the spot she measured out, her Cletus disguise’s cage is visible.

Tina SP left: 34

“Hello, folks, Cletus Pumpernickel, head of the Gamblin’ Nevada Tourism Board, here today to talk to you about Gamblin’ greatest treasure, Tina, the Titan of Trickery! She is the best magician around. Follow her on Insta-Thot to see all her crazy antics, sexy moments, and amazing magical performances! I touch my super tiny clitty to her every night! I wish I could get an erection so I could goon to her properly! This was Cletus Pumpernickel, signing off!”

Grabbing her phone, she submits the video to Insta-Thot for her agent’s editor to make the vid sparkle. Pocketing it back into her inventory, she hears the clicking of several pistol hammers. Turning around, there’s Cletus with a couple of his goons.

“Well, Scaredy Tina, you certainly know you to get a man ready to **** you, kill you, and throw your corpse in a gutter.”

“Uh, hi guys! Cletus here. That man is an imposter! Get ‘em!”

The guys all laugh.

“Scaredy Tina, you are as dumb as you are stuck up. Both of these guys seen me fuck a bitch so often that they know I couldn’t fit in a dick cage of any size. Now, are you gonna come quietly or are we gonna do our business up here?”

“Uh, neither. Alakazam!”

Another hypnotic pattern. Another set of baddies dropping guns, drooling over illusionary Tinas. Tina quickly gets Cletus and his goons registered as targets for her rifle, pockets some pants and pistols in her inventory and then Misty Steps down into the alleyway.

Tina SP left: 29

Several seconds later, she hears, “Where the fuck did our pants go! APB on Tina Campbell. I want her in my office now! Preferably alive so I can show her a cock she should be afraid of! Now!”

Gulp. I should probably refresh Disguise Self and this time use someone else, huh? Probably add Mage Armor, too, since, you know, I’ve had more guns pointed at me today than the rest of my life combined.

Tina SP left: 27

Josie

So, Amy calls an emergency meeting of the gym partnership thing to give Josie a proper send off and several of Josie’s favorites came by. Once the freak outs were pushed through, it’s rather nice. A lovely set of ladies throwing an orgy in the boiler room. And Josie stands tall, watching the display.

Amy, masturbating to Josie, asks, “Josie, why the boiler room? This would be a lot more comfortable in the showers.”

“Because this is where I’m going to use the gun!” Josie summons said rifle and aims it at the boiler system.

“Wait, what? You are going to transform the water heaters? What kind of weirdo plan is that? Why not just give us rockin’ tits?”

“Oh, that IS the plan, Amy. That’s the plan. But what kind of sexy legacy would I be setting for our gym partnership polycule fuckfest if I only affected those who could make it today? No, we are going to be much more long-lasting than that. Remember the aphrodisiac water I told you about? Well, we’re going to crank that shit up to eleven!”

That got everyone’s attention. Josie starts an impromptu speech, “Ladies, we are here today not just to wish me well on my future endeavors, but to ensure that our gym buddies with benefits program grows to sexy heights never before seen! We all know the pains of trying to convince our hot friends to let us eat them out or the pains of our less physically gifted lesbian friends feeling sorry about their bodies. Well no more! With this gun, I will empower the water heaters here to imbue all who drink or bathe in it perfection. The waters will burn off excess fat, add muscle tone, add fat in places where it’s wanted, improve hair and skin, even move the consumer closer to being a full blown lesbian. The best part, ladies, the best part is that it will work so slowly that everyone will just naturally assume that the gym is working for them better than ever. And those feelings inside about wanting to shove a tongue up Amy’s snatch? Well, those are naturally from feeling better about one’s own body. It’s perfect!”

Most of the girls clap. Dottie, who joined the partnership for some variety (her husband is very boringly vanilla in bed), points out, “Hey, my husband regularly showers here after his workout. What the water going to do to him?”

“Turn him closer to the lesbian feminine ideal, both physically and sexually?”

“You know what, works for me. I mean, the water would break up our marriage otherwise, right? I’m not giving up having a perfect bod to keep having boring missionary sex once a month.”

“Exactly. Though I do have enough magic budget left to make sure the rules are listed out for those already affected. Any other issues?”

“Yeah, why haven’t you fired the shot yet?”

“I’m so going to miss you all. Let’s do this!”

With that, Josie shoulders the rifle like Francis (no, Harper) taught her several months ago, a tear gleaming in her eye. This is me saying goodbye to all my friends back home. Well, at least the Hotel is letting me say goodbye in style! The round is fired, hitting true. The water boilers looks brand new, shiny with pink undertones. The others look amazed, then rush to the showers to start being affected by the water’s magic. And Josie waves goodbye as she disappears.

Skye

The entire community is gathered and Skye is behind the stage, waiting for her cue. She is excited, as excited as she’s ever been. This night she brings The Lady to her home for real. No more relying on indirect messages from the unbelieving scribe. No more doubts. Just the bliss of true connection to the moonlit dance.

The priestess is introducing the concept of what Skye has brought. It sounds like many are already leaving. That won’t do!

Skye can be fast when she wants to be. Hopping into the rafters, she rushes along the ceiling, using the drow’s innate ability to cast Darkness to cover the exit door in shadow. “Do not embrace the darkness! Stay in the glorious radiance of The Lady’s light!” She drops concentration on the spell as she manifest moonfire in her hair again. The crowd starts to back away, back towards the stage.

“Don’t be alarmed. This is the champion of The Lady I spoke of. She brings us a gift from the goddess. Please return to your seats.”

Some return, but many run past the drow Skye and back into the night sky. The priestess continues, “Champion, please come up to the stage and describe the gift you are offering.”

“Sure. The Lady has been unable to answer our prayers because our world is isolated from Her. She needs drow here for Her to reach out to us. So, She blessed me with the ability to turn a number of you into drow like me. This will allow The Lady to speak to you, and thus, to our world, directly. So, who would like to be The Lady’s true messengers on Earth?”

Skye is disappointed at how few are excited by the prospect. Some are wary. Some are confused. Too many are downright hostile. But some are willing, mostly the legal-age teenagers, awaiting their runs into adulthood by the community’s standard. A few adults in the community are interested too, including Mother Kimiko. Mother Estelle is not, nor is Storm. Mrs. April left with the first group.

“Why do so few of you want to embrace The Lady’s gift? Did I not impress all of you enough?”

“Hey, Skye, I’m happy that you found something to be so passionate about, but you kind of have a reputation of being a total square. Either what you are talking about it too crazy or is coming from someone too lame,” one of the teens, Sheryl, offers as an explanation. Sheryl, with her perfect breasts and her strong arms. Not that Skye needs to be jealous of her anymore, now that she is a champion and married to her lady love. “Anyways, hit me. I want to totally seduce a hot big-titty goth chick with my drowish looks when I get to go on my run.”

Mother Kimiko gives the popular girl a powerful glare. She shrinks down. Mother Kimiko offers Skye a hug. “It’s okay, Skye. We will manage.”

“But what about Mother Estelle and Storm?”

“When I married Estelle and brought her home, I knew she didn’t believe as strongly as you or I. We manage. Does your new wife believe enough?”

“Maybe not as deeply as she should, but she believes. She acts more like she knows The Lady than she worships Her sometimes. Often she is too informal. But, our love will get us through.”

“Good. You worry about your marriage, and I will worry about both of ours. Now, give me The Lady’s blessing.”

“You mean worry about yours?”

“You are the fruit from my womb, child. I will worry about you for the rest of my life.”

“Whoo! Bring on the crazy purple eyes!”

So, Skye breathes deeply. It’s okay. The gun is essentially a Wand of Magic Missile, okay. At least it freaks out Sheryl. Skye selects the volunteers, pictures them as drow like her, and fires. The bullet actually shatters into a bunch of tiny projectiles, each zooming at a volunteer. All are struck. Not one shard misses. Their hair colors all fade to stark white. Their skin shifts to a shade of lilac. Their ears elongate. A few of the less endowed (like Skye was) grow a little curvier. Eye colors change to shades of red or purple. And, most importantly of all, they all groan as they realize how stupid their random words songs have sounded all of these years.

Tina

Tina feels quite lucky that the Tourism Board is holding a hearing this afternoon. A quick Extended Greater Invisibility is all it takes to tag the rest of the board, plus a couple of other goons. The nerdiest goon even got spared. With this many targets, Tina can’t add any more without ruining her vision.

Tina SP left: 22

Snugly hidden in her hidey-hole between a column and a potted plant after the spell wore off, she even listens in on the meeting.

“Um, sir.”

“What is it, Milton?”

“We have a big problem.”

“One dumb slut is not a big problem. She might have tricked us once, but she ain’t pullin’ that shit again.”

“Oh, I know sir. Scaredy Tina isn’t the problem I’m referring to.”

“And what would that be? We own the cops in town. I mean Sheriff Griffith is on the board here; he didn’t even complain when we passed that ordinance requiring the sheriff to legally change his name to Andy Griffith and all the deputies legally change their names to Barney Fife. And the state patrol doesn’t bother us none. So what, pray tell, could be the big problem?”

Before Milton can answer, the big problem announces itself, “Aberration! This is the US Army. We have triangulated your location at the Gamblin’ Nevada City Hall building. If you don’t immediately surrender, we will be **** to secure the building with **** prejudice. Come out with your hands, tentacles, or whatever else you could have up.”

One of the board members carefully peeks through the blinds. “Milton, you couldn’t lead with, ‘Hey, boss, there is a fucking tank pointing the barrel of it’s big gun straight at us!’, now could ya?”

BOOM!

The walls of the rickety building shakes from the impact. The tank must have shot out the front door, so the Tourism Board panics. The barricade the doors with the big conference room table just in time for it to take a shotgun blast through it. The board draws weapons, their backs completely exposed to the bonny bunny.

No time like the present, huh? Tina cackles as she fires off her sniper rifle in the air. The bullet curves, then shatters into a dozen pieces. A couple of them even fly out the window. Most hit their targets before they even turn around. She wiggles her fingers at Cletus as he gets hit.

Casting Disguise Self to make herself look like a scared human, Tina screeches, “Help me, you big strong Army men. These evil bunny bois from outer space have personnapped me! Help!”

Tina SP left: 20

The Tourism Board starts to shrink in most directions, becoming shorter, thinner, leaner. Their ears elongate to almost as long as her own. They become fuzzy and puke green.

“Tina,” Cletus squeaks, “What did you do?”

Then, his head explodes from a shotgun shell fired point blank to the brain pan. The other Tourism Board members panic as they are mowed down. Then, a nice looking officer with a cool Grim Reaper patch on his arm comes in with a pistol.

“Thank you, sir,’ Tina taps in to her Actress feat admirably, “for saving me from those vile things. Now I need to get home. Have a pot roast cooking for my husband.”

The officer presses the barrel of the gun onto Tina’s forehead. “What part of ‘secure the building with **** prejudice’ did you not understand?” He fires. Ouchie.

Tina HP left: 11

“We have an aberration here!” is the last thing the officer ever says, since Tina casts Fireball with her juuuuust outside of the spell’s range. The soldiers in the room don’t even get the chance to scream as they are incinerated. Grabbing her rifle, it flashes a warning that she needs to get clear of an “anti-dimensional breach field” before she can be transported back to the hotel.

Tina SP left: 17

BOOM

A large chunk of wall was just obliterated. The tank is firing upon the building again. Staring out of the hole that was once a shattered window, she sees that Limey’s Jelly Wrestling is getting their weekly shipment of pre-made Jello. If she can land the teleport, it gets her at least another 200 feet away and puts a burning building between her and the tank. Let’s give it a try!

Tina SP left: 13

Eww. Why does Limey buy cantaloupe flavored jello? Such a weird, pervy Brit.

BOOM

And now City Hall is gone. The tank moves forward. “Aberration, we know you are in the Jello. Next shot won’t miss. Surrender.”

Nope. Fire in the hole!

Now Tina gets the funny “Fireball. Always Fireball.” memes she saw in some of her Insta-Thot comments from her last level up summary vid. Fireball is a fun spell. It catches the missile thing as it exits the gun, turning the barrel of the big gun into a banana peel. Ha, ha!

Tina SP left: 10

The tank keeps driving forward. A couple of soldiers pop out and start shooting rifles at the jello shipping container. Nothing a Fireball can’t solve! The soldiers burn as the fire pours into the open hatches of the tank. The tank slows to a stop. Tina casts Greater Invisibility and sneaks away just in case. It takes her nearly walking out of town and into the desert before the rifle teleports her back to the Hotel. Her heart stops trying to explode out of her chest by then.

Tina SP left: 3