Emotional Hangovers

Josie

Josie wakes up in their bed, alone and grumpy. Tina apparently did not come to bed, as Josie notices the bonny bunny asleep at an odd angle in a chair blocking the door. As if, even at base strength, Josie couldn’t lift her or the chair out of the way. In fact, she stands up to do exactly that. Picking up the bunny, she stirs awake.

“Oooooouuuuuchie. I’m sooooooo sore! Josie, we need to talk.”

“Fine,” Josie resignedly sighs, “We’ll talk. Let me go fetch Scarlet.”

Josie sets down Tina and then walks down a door to Scarlet’s dorm. Super hearing picking up the giggling on the other side, Josie knocks loudly. It takes an annoyingly long time for the door to be opened. Daphne is clinging onto Scarlet. Josie growls slightly.

“Hey, Josie. I was going to go check on you two, but I got distracted. You good?”

“Come fix our bunny-girlfriend. Leave the fish.”

What is with my girlfriends not doing what I want? Josie thinks as Scarlet walks to Josie’s room, fish still in tow. Tina is groaning; guess she wasn’t faking the pain?

Scarlet pulls out some of her massage oil and gets to work. Tina starts to moan for different reasons. Between sounds of pleasure, she starts to speak, “So, Josie, you really hurt my feelings last night. I get you want to be the cool, tough girl that doesn’t let anything faze her, but, if this is gonna work, you need to be honest with us. Assuming Scarlet can get me to the point where I can walk, I got a super cool date to go on. Oh, right there. Please. I need you to spend part of that time while I’m away to figure out what this relationship means to you. If you can’t be honest with me, then there’s no point in us dating.”

Josie growls again. “I thought I was being honest, Rabbit. I didn’t bother with the dumb middle school feelings shit even back then. When I wanted to do something with someone, I’d just ask directly for it. What the fuck is the difference between ‘like’ and ‘like like’?”

Scarlet is starting to be affected by the oil too, as she starts to grind onto Tina’s ass as she continues to work out the bunny’s muscle cramps. The bunny, between moans, answers, “Um, when you ‘like’ someone, you like them and when you ‘like like’ someone, you like like them.”

“Nope. Wrong. I can hear the old lady saying ‘no A equals A’ definitions. What do those dumb terms even mean?”

Scarlet answers, “‘Like like’ means you are interested in someone beyond a simple friendship, but is not quite to the point of loving them. I at least ‘like like’ all three of you, for the sake of honesty.”

“All three of us? Who else is here?”

The fish speaks up for the first time, “Hi, Tina. Scarlet asked me out last night. We’re dating now. Hopefully, that’s okay?”

Josie growls again (why am I so angry this morning?). Scarlet offers, “It can be separate from the thing we have, assuming you two can work this out.”

“I for one am okay with dating Daphne, assuming she is cool with it. Oh, B-T-Dubs, wanna come on my date with me? We need a Himana Wrangler and you’re the best fit.”

Daphne gives the bunny a confused look, then offers, “Sure, Tina. Any excuse to spend more time with my Beloved.”

“Yeeaaaaaah!” Tina’s happy noise morphs into an orgasmic scream. Scarlet starts grinding faster. She cums soon after.

Tina: +1 Endurance

When both of them come to, Tina tentatively tries to get up. She gives Scarlet a deep kiss, then a peck on the cheek to the fish. Daphne helps Tina, still a little stiff but looking much better, walk out of the room. Scarlet remains behind.

“If you need help sorting through your feelings, let me know. I want us to get through this rough patch intact. This thing is complicated enough without me having 4 separate girlfriend relationships.”

“Yeah. Spar later? Need to get some aggression out first, I guess?”

“It’s a date. Breakfast?”

At least one of my girlfriend’s isn’t mad at me, Josie thinks as she intertwines her fingers in the offered obsidian hand. That’s at least something.

Mattie

The kitchen is rather crowded with four people in it. Mattie seems to be the only one with her wits completely about her. Mrs. Skye is cooking breakfast in a more imperious manner than Mattie would think possible, with Nerves kneeling beside her, all doe-eyed and slightly drooling. Doc, who is still trying to **** one of them to breed her, had to be restrained by Mrs. Skye’s rope. Don’t know how well this apology is going to stick.

“So, hey, I really should have done this last night, but I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings with nicknames or coming on too strong.”

“Mistress Skye, does this one forgive her?”

“Ms. Mattie, I hope your apology will work better if my toy is away from me. Sorry. Struggling right now. Can you take the two of them to the cafeteria? I would like to finish making breakfast alone. We’ll talk later.”

So, Mattie does as she is asked. She pulls Dinah to a chair and Nerves crawls behind. As she gets further away from the drow, Nerves starts acting more naturally, meaning, of course, more nervously.

“Um... Captain, why did Mistress Skye send this one away? This one is confused.”

“Mrs. Skye is uncomfortable with the way you are acting. Are you still you in there?”

“This one thinks so, more or less. This one desperately wants Mistress Harper and Mistress Skye to use this one in whatever manner they wish, but this one is still this one. This one was too polite to correct your rudeness, Captain. Why do you call this one Nerves?”

“You’ve seen combat right? Actual life or **** combat?”

“Of course. This one was defending the Queendom while it was under **** before this one was dragged here.”

“How many dead haunt your reverie?”

“Is that a human thing, Captain? The dead don’t haunt this one’s reverie in the way your tone implies. The senseless deaths of this one’s soldiers does fill this one’s memory with sorrow and anger towards Ioun. This one stopped counting at one point.”

“Respect. I’ve personally witnessed the **** of somewhere in the high double digits to low triple digits of my fellow soldiers, most of which died in ways beyond civilian comprehension. At one point, when the number was just in the dozens, I stopped using people’s names. Made their deaths too hard to bear. I just gave them a nickname of whatever struck me the most about them.”

“And what struck you the most about this one is nervousness? This one is sorry for making such a poor first impression on you, Captain.”

“Whoa. Don’t blame yourself for my asshattery. Not your fault this show threw you in the deep end.”

“This one led from the front more than a normal Knight-Commander would, Captain, but most of the dead were listed to this one in reports. Field commanders for squads have it worse, seeing those under her command die due to her orders. This one does not fault you for trying to manage your feelings. This one would prefer a better nickname, if it’s possible.”

The conversation is interrupted by a certain Blondie, “Nope. Real names, unless you get permission for a particular nickname, Mattie. You promised.” The bunny sits down by Nerves.

“You can call me Teeth. They are like my best feature.”

Nerves calmly exits her seat and returns to a kneeling position on the floor. Mrs. Skye looks very embarrassed as she walks in with breakfast for everyone. Passing plates around, the drow sits.

“Mistress Skye, how do you wish for this one to service you?”

“Just sit at the table and eat breakfast, Toy. Sorry. This rope transformation is making both of us act a little weird right now.”

Nerves grabs her plate and places it on the floor. She eats it on all fours, her metal panties pulled to the side to expose her slit to the drow. Skye laughs nervously. “Please, just sit at the table, Toy. Or do I need to punish you for disobeying me?”

“But Mistress Skye, this one is not worthy to sit at the table with people. This one is your toy and should be treated as such.”

“Aelene,” Sarge barks from across the cafeteria. Then, realizing that she should calm down, softly asks, “Please fight the transformation effect if you can. I don’t want to see any of you like that.”

“Yes, Mistress Harper. Of course, Mistress Harper. I will sit at the table like a person.”

“Skye, you okay right now?”

“I’m mostly fine, my lady love. It’s easier for me to resist my so-called ‘dominant culture.’ Not completely immune, but I can fight it.”

“Good,” Harper notes, sitting down for breakfast. “Why is Dinah tied up?”

“Uh, my fault, probably,” Mattie is **** to admit, “She decided that you will breed her more readily if one of us breeds her first. I fell into reverie in the bathtub. And then I had to use some magic to get away from her without resorting to **** when I woke her up from her nap leaning on the bathroom door. Fun times. Mrs. Skye wrapped her up with her rope when she got close enough.”

“Maybe a little too gleefully, my lady love.” Mrs. Skye bows her head in shame.

“Tina, you feeling better this morning?”

“Of course, cutie. We got ourselves a date today. And it’s gonna be sooo cool!”

The table (mostly) settles down to chit chat and breakfast. Mrs. Skye tries her best to feed Doc. Mattie tries her best to get Nerves to talk about her time back home (with some success). Blondie and Teeth whisper conspiratorially about date plans. Red and Abs are mostly silent. And Sarge tries her best to take it all in, adding a word or an assist where she can. She’s trying to bring us all together. I really did luck out here, didn’t I?

Harper

Once again, everyone is being directed to the Media Room for the morning meeting. Once again, Harper finds herself sitting in the throne Jacuzzi. This time she does have a Daphne in her lap, which is nice, even if her tail makes it a little awkward. Also making it awkward are Dinah and Aelene, who, due to the temporary transformations they are under the influence of, are tied up as close as possible or kneeling right by the Jacuzzi, respectively. The others are seated in the contestants section.

Ariel splashes up with a pretty impressive breach of the pool. With a triple axel into a back flip, she lands on the stage. After taking a bow, she starts with, “All sluts, over to the slut section! I don’t care how much your brain has been turned into mush, everyone needs to be in their place.”

“But Auntie!”

“No buts, runt. You know better. Get.”

Grumbling in dolphin, Daphne shimmies her way over to the chairs. Aelene turns for permission; Harper sighs, then silently nods. Aelene crawls her way to her other “Mistress.” That leaves Dinah, still tied up and mumbling through her gag to be bred. Harper just arches an eyebrow at the host.

“Fine. Since this is a very important meeting, I will end the temporary transformation early. Happy?”

Dinah’s moans turn to rage. Skye scampers over to untie her. That might have been a mistake.

“You arrogant fucking bitch!” Dinah cocks her hand back then swings with what would be quite the painful slap. Instead, Harper catches her arm by the wrist and Dinah is in agony. Damn Personal Bubble.

Harper was just about to start another “wasn’t that sexy” bluff, only for Ariel to anticipate it. “I will spare Dinah elimination because you stopped and punished her, Mistress, so spare me the actress routine.” With a wave of her hand, Dinah jerkily moves to her seat. Skye scampers back, rope already being used to decoratively tie herself up. Ariel continues, “I’m still going to dock her some VP for the impudence, not that it’ll effect the leaderboard all that much.”

Dinah: -5 VP (Attempting to Hurt the Mistress)

Dinah is fuming. Harper is fuming too, but has the wherewithal to keep her feelings off her face. Instead, she asks, “If I upgrade the Fudge the Roll transformation right now, would I get a way to stop the effect or, at least, let them know why I did it?”

“Getting ahead of the show, are we, Mistress? No. The free upgrade would be to improve the roll to a critical success and improve the time under the effect to a week.”

Harper feels the daggers Dinah is staring into her. Some of the others give her confused looks. “Obviously not going to take that offer, Ariel. Dinah, you do understand why I did it, right?”

“I don’t know why and, frankly, I don’t care. You violated my autonomy. That’s not something I can forgive any time soon. Leave me alone, Harper. Leave me alone.” With that, Dinah turns around to leave, only to be frozen in place.

“Drama time is over. It’s time for some results, some announcements, and some prizes. Since Mistress has already hinted at it, let’s start with the results of the party quests. Overall, I think the party was made much more exciting for having those little tasks and most of you did a good job with them. Let’s go in alphabetical order, shall we? Aelene, care to share?”

“Um... no? Is that an option?”

“Nope.”

“So, my quest was to fix my dildo sword by having my Mistress ravish me in public. I did a great job at offering my slutty body to her and look forward to her ravaging me again.” Aelene covers her mouth and hangs her head in shame. Harper wants to go and comfort her, but holds back.

“And you earned 14 XP for it. Very entertaining. Good Job. Daphne, it’s your turn.”

“Oh, sure, Auntie. I had to kiss the not-cloacas of at least half of the harem. I got everyone but Josie, Dinah, and myself. So, I should have gotten 7 VP?”

“Right you are, my runty little niece. Dinah, can I trust you to answer the question?”

A petulant double deuce later, and Ariel uses her compelled speech effect on the de-aged doctor. “I was to be impregnated by her,” she spits, “but she only cares about not violating me when doing so would help me, so, of course, she turned me down. The prize was certainly something I would have wanted now, but my feelings apparently don’t matter.” She grits her teeth to stop herself.

“Mistress, we are saving you for last. Josie?”

“If I refuse, are you just going to make me say it anyways?”

“Yup.”

“Fine. My dumb quest was to tell her how I feel, and the thing didn’t specify who. And since I can’t even be emotionally honest with myself, I couldn’t possibly do it.” After a pause, Josie adds, “Fuck you, Ariel.”

The way the mermaid smirks, Harper is starting to really hate her. Mattie just pops up without being prompted, “So, my quest was kind of similar. I had to emotionally connect with at least one of you. I hope I made some breakthroughs with y’all last night and look forward to working on improving my relations with all of you. I also hope my next quest has a better prize.”

“4 VP for something not sexual is a pretty good payout, Slut. Scarlet?”

“I was tasked with earning 100 BP for my stripper work last night, but fell short. No big deal.”

Skye abashedly shares, “I had to get Aelene to promise to let me tie her up last night. I got VP for us... doing things last night.” Both elves blush.

“One last slut to share. Tina?”

“I also got a ‘tell her how you feel’ quest. It’s nice to know that Scarlet and Harper both ‘like like’ me,” Tina offers. Then she starts to trail off, “though I wish Josie responded better when I told her ‘I love you.’”

“Well, 4 VP was more than you deserved. You should be loving your Mistress most of all, slut. Instead of just having Mistress share verbally, let’s head to the leaderboard. I think she knows that she succeeded, but I’m not sure by how much.”

The others are surprised by the VP scores but not Harper. Harper actually bothered to check them this morning:

• Daphne 118 VP 372 BP

• Skye 116 VP 250 BP

• Tina 106 VP 210 BP

• Scarlet 105 VP 479 BP

• Josie 99 VP 150 BP

• Mattie 96 VP 75 BP

• Aelene 90 VP 230 BP

• Dinah 62 VP 120 BP

“Mistress here was tasked to ensure that we start the endgame by getting one of you to at least 100 VP. Depending on how you want to count Tina, Harper got 3 or 4 of you over 100. All she had to do was to go give Josie a kiss, yet she went above and beyond. Such a generous Mistress, don’t you agree? Still anyone’s game, except maybe Dinah. Now, let’s start to discuss the Endgame, shall we?”