The Morning After

Harper

Harper and Aelene come out of their reveries basically at the same time. Aelene blushes a little, her bronze skin darkening, as she realizes that she was resting her head on Harper’s breast, right on top of her scar. Harper rubs the small of her back, asking, “How was it?”

“Lonely. I am used to my ancestors being there for me. Reveries here seem so barren. You?”

“Admittedly a little frustrating. I looked for you and Skye. Never found a coastline.”

“Skye is the drow girl, correct? I owe her for my shoulder.”

“Yes, Skye is my little drow wife. No, you don’t owe her for your shoulder. She would have happily patched you up.” Mattie nuzzles deeper into Harper’s other breast. Harper gently rolls out from under the soldier and places her head on a pillow. Mattie latches onto it and snuggles with it. “Maybe we should continue this elsewhere,” Harper notes, wanting to let Mattie sleep. 2:23 AM and wide awake.

“This must still be strange for you, being an elf.”

“Oh, the reverie is vastly preferable to sleeping. I wasn’t great at sleeping. The gills spazzing out? That’s still strange.”

The two elves head out of the bedroom nook and sit on a living room couch. Aelene still looks a little tense around the sea elf. What can I do to help?

“Um, Lady Harper, I know this is forward, but may I see your statistics?”

“Huh?”

“Your statistics? Your ratings? I suppose I do not know what you call it. Maybe if I show you mine, it will... <Why can’t I pull up my statistics?>”

Aelene is panicking now. Is she talking about a character sheet, perhaps? How can they access them? “Check your phone?”

Aelene pulls out her phone from her inventory and starts frantically scanning through the apps. Finding the right one, she opens it. Then, she starts panicking for a different reason, “Why is my HP so low? That’s like for someone with half of my Level!”

“Different HP calculation? I only have 15 HP. I really need to change that particular rule in our system. Any other glaring problems?” Harper pulls up her character sheet on Aelene’s phone to check as she freaks out. Aelene scrolls through the character sheet anyways.

“Did you just say that you need to change the rule? How can you change the rule? This is impossible.”

“I’m the Dungeon Master for the harem. The DM gets to set the rules.”

Aelene’s brain breaks again. “You have the power to overrule Ioun, goddess of fate and experience, and change the fundamental rules of our statistics?”

“I guess?”

“Then I am forever your humble weapon, Lady Harper. Mold and wield me to save my people. To answer your question, your sword has no name, but is Level 2? That is odd.”

“Wait, what?”

Harper pulls up her character sheet on her phone. Sure enough, her sword’s description did update:

???? (Level 2): Finesse. Versatile (3 slashing, [2] radiant). 2 slashing damage, [2] radiant damage. This longsword can be used as an arcane focus. Leveled spells cast through this weapon gains [+2] 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. Such creatures also suffer disadvantage when casting magic until the end of their next turn. Leveled items can be increased by meeting set conditions. To Level: Do what the sword’s name tells you to. Again.

Harper feels frustrated. Really need to take Legend Lore next level-up. “The name has been a mystery. The level-up on the sword is new. Bonus damage went up, plus that disadvantage for casting magic thing. Now, what did I do to level it?”

“A mystery for later. What would you have me do now? I need to be stronger.”

Behind all that nobility is the heart of a power munchkin. Great.

Scarlet

Scarlet hits send on the e-mail she just finished writing. When the producer politely requested that she spend some of her downtime after the challenge to cheer on someone from a different season based on a few factoids, Scarlet politely declined. Why she wrote this time boils down to two things: one, the request came from the goddess the readhead now (begrudgingly) serves and two, it was to one of her academic idols. Or at least, a different version of her. Since Josie promised to handle Dinah this morning, Scarlet decides to check on the other girl she was a little worried about. Walking into the kitchen, she sees Skye cooking like nothing happened last night.

“Hey, want some help?”

“No thank you, Ms. Scarlet. I have this. How can I help you?”

“Just trying to check in. Tina was teasing you all night last night. Sorry if I caused you any grief with the lap dance, by the way.”

A slightly darker purple appears on Skye’s cheeks, but Scarlet has definitely seen her more embarrassed. “I enjoyed your dancing, Ms. Scarlet, even if I prefer it not in my lap. I honestly feel pretty good about last night; I don’t want it to be a regular thing or anything like that, but I was able to bring Tina to orgasm like three times! Hopefully the practice will translate to me pleasing my love better this week.”

Huh. She’s okay. That’s good. Still... “Why don’t you want it to be a regular thing, Skye? I mean, Tina is pretty good in bed.”

Skye keeps cooking breakfast, but she looks a little unfocused for a bit. Not enough to ruin what she is doing, mind you. Just like she is indulging in a little fantasy. She finally answers, “When my love went down on me, it felt like lovemaking. When Josie and Tina went down on me, it did not. I don’t wish to be treated just like a piece of meat, Ms. Scarlet. I want to make love, not just have sex.”

Scarlet couldn’t help but reminisce. Back to Rutgers when Alex proposed. Back to when her punk girlfriend took her virginity, slowly, gently, lovingly. The redhead smiles and nods. “I get it, Skye. Maybe, if the audience is nice enough to give me the masseuse transformation this morning, I could show you that Harper isn’t the only one who can make love to you?”

Skye audibly gulps. “Um, Ms. Scarlet, you don’t have to do that, you know?”

Scarlet can’t help but tease a little, “I know I don’t have to; doesn’t change the fact that I want to.” With a wink, she struts her way out of the kitchen, feeling Skye’s eyes glued to her ass. That went well.

Mattie

Ugh, it’s like 3 AM. What are they doing up? Wait, did I hear that right?

A quick e-mail sent later, Mattie drags herself out of bed to try to drag Harper back to bed. Instead, she sees Aelene half watching Harem Hotel, half doom scrolling.

Mattie loudly grunts, “Where’s Sarge? And why are both of you up? It’s like 3 AM.”

The bronze skinned elf squeaks a little, “Oh, sorry, Captain. I assume humans need 8 hours of sleep a night? I can turn the volume down. I’d offer to mute it, but the television is uncivilized and does not include Elvish in the closed captioning options.”

“I’m used to operating on minimal sleep, if I need to. If English is so hard for you to read, how are you using your phone?”

“The phone is civilized enough to include Elvish translation options. See?” The elf holds up her phone.

Yup. That looks like some Tolkien swooshy script. Mattie ponders for a few moments. “Sarge?”

“Taking her morning constitutional in the pool. She offered to have me join her, but I figured research was more important. I am still very tempted to buy a couple of XP potions, but Lady Harper told me to wait until we get to the dungeon shop, whatever that means, before making any purchases. I am trying to find anything more useful than getting another level immediately.”

“Check you map. There is a dungeon room, with a shop. I imagine Sarge told you to wait until after you jumped in the dungeon once. How silly would you feel if you spent everything for something you could get for free? Your BP should generally be spent either to make yourself more attractive to Sarge or to pay for dates. Sarge is the goal; keep that in mind. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go try to drag her back to bed for cuddles.”

Mattie strolls over to the pool to see the water utterly still. The hell? In the relative dim bioluminescent light of the room with the real lights off, it takes a while for Mattie to notice Harper laying at the bottom of the pool, completely still. Mattie dives in and tries to drag Harper back to the surface. Then, she hears Harper strangely clear in her head, “Hey, good morning, I’m fine. Gills, remember? Think really hard to respond.”

“I’d feel better if you come back to bed,” Mattie thinks really hard back at her.

“Need more time down here, Mattie. Calm down and head back to bed. I’ll join you before you get up for real. That’s an order, Cap’n.”

Mattie, now needing to breathe, bursts forth from the water. Taking a few deep breaths, she tries to calm down. Like I’m going to be able to get back to sleep after this.

Dinah

Dinah immediately clutches her stuffed kitty as soon as she wakes up. Even then, she dreads this day. What terrible fate am I about to face? Getting an unknown disease? Losing my humanity? Being turned into a baby factory?

She forces herself out of bed, if for no other reason than to avoid Josie dragging her out. She slips into the clothes she randomly grabbed last night. And what’s the point? Everyone hates me. The audience is probably giving me the worst option just to spite me. And Harper doesn’t care. I’m doomed.

She trudges to breakfast, glaring at the others happily eating breakfast. Tina is lightly grinding into Josie’s lap as she munches on some waffles. The wolf girl alternates between kissing the bunny-girl on the neck and chewing a bite of eggs. Skye is happily preparing a plate. Daphne is both eating some eggs and playing with Tina’s boobs. Scarlet sits on the other side of the three-way foreplay, chatting with Skye.

“Hi, Ms. Dinah. I have some breakfast for you. Here. Enjoy!”

Waffles. Eggs. Some Bacon. Dinah gives the slightest nod, then starts to eat silently. Her ruinous ruminations continue.

Aelene

Lady Harper checked in with Aelene, then went back to the bedroom area after her swim. Aelene continued her research. A few hours later, Lady Harper returns with the human Mattie. The human snuggles against the sea elf. Aelene should feel territorial, but she doesn’t. Maybe the nature of the show is already affecting me?

“So,” Lady Harper begins, “breakfast up here or did you want to join the others downstairs?”

“Up here,” the impetuous human declares, already taking a seat. Aelene silently joins her. The Lady Harper fetches breakfast from the kitchen: eggs, meat, some fruit, and coffee. Black coffee. Gross.

“Um, Lady Harper, I take my coffee with vanilla sugar and a large amount of hu-cow milk. Is it possible...”

“What’s hu-cow milk?” Mattie asks as the Lady Harper returns to the kitchen.

“Oh, hu-cows are beastkin with cow features and natures. Females are very docile, with huge, ever-lactating breasts. Males are very aggressive for herbivorous beastkin, with huge cocks, ever oozing out pre-cum. Both sexes actually produce more calories worth of food than they take in, making them a sustainable food source in a pinch, though they cannot actually consume the product from the same sex. So, female hu-cows get tummy aches from drinking hu-cow milk. Both hu-cow milk and pre-cum are very nutritious and is often used to make various dairy products. The more ambitious male hu-cows lead several food companies back home. I don’t drink coffee often, but, when I do, it’s always from Lunacoin, which is an all hu-cow owned and operated coffee shop. I order my drinks to be delivered, for obvious reasons.”

The Lady Harper returns with a couple of Lunacoin to-go cups. She hands one over to Aelene. “Thanks, Lady Harper.”

“I drink my coffee black, but did you want to try some, Cap’n?”

Aelene makes a face at Lady Harper drinking something so bitter without any sweetness as Mattie takes a hesitant sip of hu-cow milk. “Cloyingly sweet. I can see it being a good basis for a Bobcafe drink though.”

Some people just don’t have good taste.

“Aelene, did you see anything else I need to fix? I’m going to adjust the HP calculation rule now.”

“Um, no, Lady Harper. But I suppose I do not have enough context to understand the new statistics. Maybe after this dungeon trip things will make more sense?”

“Fair enough. Keep me posted.” The Lady Harper works on her tablet while a braid of her hair feeds her with a fork. That obviously catches the human’s and hers attention.

“Um, Sarge, how are you doing that?”

“Oh, I guess neither of you have checked my transformation page? One of my first transformations made my hair an erogenous zone and, every time I came from having my hair played with, it grew longer. When I reached the length cap, it became kind of sentient? Helps when your 2 foot long hair can style and detangle itself on it’s own, you know?”

Aelene doesn’t exactly like the smile the human gives her heroine.

“Sarge, I need a complete list of your erogenous zones, outside of the obvious. I’d rather hear about them from you than just read them off of a list.”

The Lady Harper sighs, “Fine. From top to bottom, hair, compliments, make-up lessons, breasts, the obvious, ass. Also, not exactly an erogenous zone, but my tongue is magically enhanced to be very good at cunnilingus. Hair is done, but making me cum from the others will advance those transformations, complimenting me specifically on my outfits. Letting me eat you out to orgasm advances the tongue one, plus gives me a little more time out of the water before my lungs decide to quit on me.”

“And by advance you mean?”

The Lady Harper sighs again, “It depends on which one. Check the list for specifics. In general, make me more feminine. And, if you make me cum this morning, you’re buying the mana potion I’ll need for dungeon time.”

Mattie makes a pouty face. “Fine. I can be patient. So, Nerves, what part of Sarge do you most want to see more feminine?” The human wiggles her eyebrows.

“Um, Lady Harper is beautiful enough as is.”

The Lady Harper actually stands up for that. She grabs Aelene’s chin and leans in really close, lips almost touching. “Aelene, I’m a big girl. If there is something you want to see in me, I’m open to hear it. I should mention that advancing one of those transformations is a source of VP. So, share.”

“Boobs. Your boobs should be bigger. I mean, you are already a little bigger than most elves get, but I want you to look like the elves in my books do.”

The Lady rewards Aelene with a kiss, adding, “Good. I’ll get another cup size by the time they are maxed out. Hopefully, that will be sufficient? Anything else?”

“Your voice is a little low?”

“Fair. I really haven’t been eating you all out very much. I’ll get on it. Anything else?”

“You’re really old for me? You are probably twice my age? I’m not sure if Mother would approve.”

“I de-age the human equivalent of 3 months every time a transformation advances. That may still be a little slow for you though? Hard to tell.”

“I’m sure you will figure it out, Lady Harper.”

With a final kiss, the Lady sits down to finish her breakfast and her work on the tablet. When she is done with both, she asks, “Hey, Aelene. Check your stats again. Let me know if I got it right.”

Aelene doesn’t feel any different, but she checks her sheet on her phone anyways. The HP number is better. Much better. “Thank you, dear lady.”

“Welcome. We got the morning meeting soon. Ready?”