Scarlet Date 3, Part 1: Meet the Order

Harper

Harper feels pretty snazzy in this get-up as she waits in the Green Room for her date. Scarlet insisted that Aelene dress Harper in an appropriate field uniform for a princess going to war, and the high elf delivered. She has a long blue coat that feels straight out of a Napoleonic War era officer’s travel chest, with shiny brass buttons and fringed epaulets. Underneath is a corset with a frilly linen top to cover her breasts. A single green shoulder strap is tucked underneath the left epaulet, bearing the royal crest of Nimlith Groove. A sword belt (with Tercanonehtar properly sheathed) loosely wraps around her hips. The breeches are tight enough to show off just a hint of camel toe and tucked into her knight boots (currently set in parade mode). This is the most comfortable she has felt in women’s clothes too. Masculine enough to appease her tomboy mindset, feminine enough to make her feel sexy.

Aelene also volunteered to teach Harper some appropriate make-up techniques. It’s something between porn make-up and war paint. Swirls of blue and green, vaguely mimicking tree branches, vaguely mimicking engorged vaginas, cover her face. Her femcum was even mixed in with the dark green lipstick to give it that extra pop. Getting faint tastes of herself is a little strange, especially since she can’t quite figure out the flavor. Maybe the lipstick is masking it? Is it weird to just jill off so you can taste yourself?

Aelene: +4 VP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [Make-Up Lesson] x2 [first time contestant participant])

Harper also got her leveling done. The extra HP is always appreciated. She picks up the boring Guards and Wards spell (for eventual set creation) and the potentially devastating Sunbeam spell (for eventual Beckie fighting). For her feat selection, she picks up the one “let’s steal special features from casters” feat that wasn’t in her transformation vote (Metamagic Adept), grabbing the options to cast faster and reroll to try to turn a miss to a hit. She is starting to truly become an absolute monster on the battlefield and she loves it.

The thruple walk in together. Josie’s definitely dressed the most normally, with a sports bra, thong bikini bottom, and sneakers (with ankle socks) on. She color coordinated with the other two, who are wearing matching pale silver sundresses with some strappy sandals. Harper stands up to greet them, “You should have told Aelene if you wanted us all to match.”

“Damn, old lady,” the wolf-girl wolf-whistles, “You clean up nice.”

“Thanks,” Harper replies, blushing, “Y’all do too.”

Scarlet walks up, “Hey, can you check my mask? We have a few more minutes until Prudence will send us on our way.”

“Sure.” Harper pulls out her spellbook and ritually casts Identify. The results are disappointing. “Sorry, Scarlet. Just a mundane mask. It’s pretty, though.”

Before Scarlet could respond, the four of them are teleported to a field. To the left is a winding path, leading to an ornate building in the shadow of a mountain, it’s top billowing black smoke. To the right, a road, paved with cobblestones. Across from that is a white sandy beach, waves gently lapping at the shore. The air smells of sea spray and just a hint of sulfur. Josie covers her nose.

And before them is a certain bondage encased angel. “Welcome to your date, Mistress and contestants. Under the explicit orders of the producer, you will go no further north than you are now. I would recommend you head to the monastery before you to the southeast. They are expecting you all shortly. Here are your quests. Have fun!” A slip of paper appears in each of their hands. All 4 of them open their slips. Harper quietly reads hers, then pockets it into her inventory: Harper’s Monastery Date Quest: Successfully Ask Scarlet’s Father for Her Hand in Marriage. Reward: A size adjustment enchantment on your wedding ring. The text of her quest is mildly disturbing, but one Harper is happy to attempt. The reminder that her ring is too tight from her finger webbing causes her hand to throb in pain.

While she won’t pry, she does note the other’s reactions. Tina looks much more nervous about hers this time than yesterday. Scarlet looks neutral as she burns her slip to ash. Josie looks embarrassed.

Not having any other direction, Harper clicks her heels to go into Field Mode and starts walking down the winding path. The others start to follow, with Scarlet quickly catching up to walk side-by-side to the sea elf. Tina and Josie lag behind a few paces, quiet and awkward.

“Now that we are here, care to tell us what we’re doing?”

“Honestly, you might know about as much as I do, depending on what your quest is. We’ll find out together, love. That okay?”

“More than okay.” Harper leans over to give her oread a succubus empowered kiss on the cheek.

Scarlet lets out a little gasp. “The fuck was that, Harper?”

Before she can truly answer, Harper notices someone (not in the best of shape) running towards them from the monastery. She puts a hand on Tercanonehtar, just in case. Scarlet tenses up, too. They continue at the same walking pace. No need to tire yourself out before a fight. Tina is the first one to speak up, once the runner gets close enough, “Annabelle?”

“Oh, hey, Tina! Harper! I’m so glad to see you!” the former table greets, between big gulps of air. “I was sent to fetch the lot of you. The High Matron is getting impatient.”

The former table happily shares her tale with the group as they continue walking. Apparently, Tina’s fundraising effort was just enough to buy out Annabelle’s contract and Tina’s “talent agency” (Eilistraee in disguise, whether it’s obvious to the girl or not) brought her here. While she’s only been here a couple of days, she’s already got her barcode tat removed, got the first set of clothes she has owned since becoming an adult, signed up to be a neophyte at the monastery, took a lesson in kicking butt she was super excited about continuing, and made a couple of luchtoni boyfriends (Josie looks a little disappointed about that. Odd.). “And the best part is, I get to have orgasms whenever I want, so long as I clean up after myself if I make a mess! This is such a great job. I sent you an Insta-Thot buddy request, Tina. Have you accepted it yet? We should totally make a collab post while you’re here. I’m sure my wolf-boyfriends would love to fill up your bunny hutch!”

Tina pulls out her phone and uses it to block her face. “Request accepted. Uh, maybe we could just pose suggestively for the cameras instead? Penises scare me. Right, Harper?”

“Right. I would be very careful Annabelle. Did your world have Pokemon?”

“The kid’s game? Yeah.”

“Well, if we are where I think we are, humans are Dittos.”

“Oh, the High Matron told me about that. I’m going to raise sooo much money for the monastery once I get initiated far enough to be a temple prostitute.”

“Well, as long as you know?” The group keep walking, enjoying the sights as the excited Annabelle keeps describing her life the last couple of days.

Aelene

Lady Skye looks so sad, being left behind. I wish she would let me kiss her. I can’t stand seeing such a sweet girl look this way.

The two have found the contestant-facing portion of the Writer’s Room. While Aelene could try to order the transformations she wants through the appropriate phone app, she always preferred dealing with people directly. A mermaid, equal parts sad and frustrated, stands at a counter.

“Wow, somebody actually came into our storefront? Weird.”

“Apologies for disturbing you, good mermaid. What troubles you? May I know your name?”

“Zoe. I know I should be mourning my dead sisters and cousins, but life has just been so frustrating the past week or so. I can’t be a writer on the show anymore and I can’t figure out why. Something is keeping me from being able to craft transformations properly. My sisters and cousins relegated me to get transformation request orders from you lot, but all of you seem to prefer Daphne’s shop or just using your phone. I feel worthless.”

“You are not worthless, good mermaid Zoe. While I know nothing of magic, I will bring it to Daphne’s attention. Maybe she will be able to solve your conundrum?”

“I’d appreciate that. She doing okay? I’m sure the deaths are hard on her and she is reliant on you lot for comfort.”

“She seems good, but she may just be putting on a brave face. I’ll be with her and her mom as soon as I’m done here.”

“Good to hear. How may the writing staff help you?”

Aelene describes the four things she is looking for. First, she wants to buy the Perfect Beauty in Battle transformation. Then, for immediate purchase, an upgrade to her vorpal blade to let her control it’s size; the fear of trying to take the full-sized dildo was a part of the reason she didn’t use it yesterday. For also immediate purchase, something to give her bigger breasts. While she is happy that Lady Harper is content with her current size, Aelene definitely wants to be bigger. Finally, for purchase tomorrow, something to make Skye’s rope transformation tolerable.

“We will talk with Skye tomorrow about that last one, but the first three we can do something. Daphne’s use of Enlarge/Reduce was inspired during the party and we thought you may want that to be a more permanent feature. How does this strike you?”

Zoe flips around a kiosk to show her the text of an upgrade and the effects it will have on her weapon:

Through the Looking Glass +1 – Aelene receives a modal Vorpal Double-Bladed Scimitar. It has two modes: a weapon mode and a sex toy mode. Both modes have an upgradeable Enlarge/Reduce enchantment on it; the wielder can control the size of the weapon so long as she is attuned to it. When she crits with it in weapon mode, the blade instantly decapitates the foe struck. Immediately out of combat after a crit, the weapon will lock itself into sex toy mode until it is used to bring Aelene and another member of the harem to orgasm. When used in sex toy mode, Aelene can use her bonus action to make a Seduction check; on a critical success, both users of the toy orgasm simultaneously (Mirror Knight).

Vorpal Double-bladed Scimitar of Flexible Size (Level 1): 5 magical slashing damage. Two-handed. Special property – when a double-bladed scimitar is used to make an Attack action, the wielder can use her bonus action to make another attack, which deals 4 base magical slashing damage instead of 5. In addition, when the wielder crits with this weapon, the wielder will decapitate one head off of the foe (provided they have one). If the creature can survive without said head (or does not have one), the weapon deals a bonus 24 damage (this number has the crit multiplier already applied). The weapon can change size. When enlarged, it deals [1] additional damage when used as a Strength weapon and gains the reach feature. When reduced, it becomes a one-handed weapon that gains the versatile feature (deals [1] additional damage when used two-handed) when used as a Dexterity weapon. Leveled items can be increased by meeting set conditions. To Level: Bring yourself and one other person to orgasm when the weapon is in sex mode at it’s default size.

“Only 150 BP. Interested?”

Aelene nods enthusiastically. That is already an improvement on her double-bladed scimitar. Once she feels comfortable enough to use the weapon when it’s full-sized, it will get even stronger. A steal at almost any price.

“For your middle one, we have several options. Given how the Mistress responded to your use of Dakota’s breast expansion gum, I’d recommend this.”

Again, the kiosk screen displays the transformation:

Orgasm Tanks – Aelene wants bigger boobs and she still wants to be a good girl. Her breasts can now store orgasms. Every time she would orgasm, she can choose to store it in her chest instead like a good girl. Each stored orgasm increases her breast size by half a cup (she cannot make herself larger than her Mistress). By pinching both of her nipples at once, she can extract an orgasm, shrinking her breast size accordingly. Whenever she fails an Endurance saving throw, all of her stored orgasms will burst through at once, stunning her for a round for each expended orgasm (Elf).

“That seems risky. Why would I want that instead of just making myself bigger?”

“Due to the very fun risk, this one will only cost you 20 BP, which is a pretty big discount. Getting yourself to parity with the Mistress right now would cost you about 120 BP. Also, watching you grow really turned on the Mistress.”

When she puts it like that... “I suppose, if my betrothed will like it.”

“Finally, since you don’t want any changes, Perfect Beauty in Battle will only cost you 40 BP. Do you still want it?”

The kiosk displays the transformation information, mostly for the audience (since Aelene already knew what she was requesting):

Perfect Beauty in Battle – As a Mirror Knight, Aelene wades into battle; as a **** slut, she needs to look good. Aelene’s hair, make-up, and skin is not longer negatively affected by the efforts of exercise or combat. Any scars Aelene has that Harper does not find sexy are also removed. She always looks her most pristine (Elf).

“I’ll be basically out of money, but yes please.”

“Excellent. Pleasure doing business. Using the system to apply them and... done. Enjoy.”

Aelene: -210 BP

“I don’t feel any different.”

“Oh, you look a little different. And you will feel it when you start having orgasms. Would you like to shrink your sword and start pounding that puss, you know, to try it out?”

Aelene looks at Skye. “Maybe later. Thanks, good mermaid Zoe.”

Josie

The gang is greeted by a drow woman, maybe an inch or two shorter than Skye, wearing nothing but a thin, transparent tunic of silver silk and a moth mask like Scarlet. “Welcome to the Monastery Under the Volcano, one of the homes to the Order of the Silvery Moth. I am the High Matron, Meriele. We serve The Lady of the Dance by providing many services that are usually handled by hoppalongs like your friend there. I assure you, we are of the highest standards. While you are here, please consider this your home. I understand your situation and wish to be of help. In addition, I have been asked to monitor all of your quests and reward you upon completion. If I may address you individually, Aranel Tyalangan, it is nice in a sense to see the rumors are true and you’ve been captured by the Hotel as a season’s Mistress. Your mother, the Queen, still lives and your Queendom still resists The Hunger. I hope you are free to lend aid to your people soon. Young hoppalong, I greet you and wish your stay here is pleasant. You” she spits, glaring at Josie with an intense hatred, “you better not attempt to fulfill that quest of yours on these hallowed grounds. Finally, Acolyte Smythe, I will speak with you in private, but, first, a couple of our guests here have been patiently waiting for you. The neophyte here will take you to them for a light lunch and I will fetch you in about an hour. May the Lady of the Dance bless you all.” With a final, hate-filled glare at Josie, she walks away.

What the fuck was her deal? Josie slightly growls as she mulls over that interaction. It’s not my fault the perverts wanted me to have that transformation. She reflects over her quest: Josie’s Monastery Quest: Increase the size of the harem by claiming a non-drow woman using Pack Tactics. Reward: +1 Charisma. It’s bad enough that that Annabelle girl is totally straight, but how the hell am I supposed to seduce someone other than here? Fuck.

As they walk, Tina asks Harper, “Hey, cutie, what did she mean by ‘services that are usually handled by hoppalongs’?”

“Sorry, Aelene is pretty sheltered so she doesn’t show this off very well. This world operates on a lot of porn logic. Hoppalongs monetize their **** libido via prostitution, which is not only legal here but actively encouraged. And part of Eilistraee’s divine portfolio here is Lust.”

Josie resists chuckling as Tina poutingly replies, “Oh. That makes a surprising amount of sense.”

The group is soon enough in front of a door to a small suite. Scarlet looks very nervous. Harper starts to tease her hair, trying her best to brush off the tiny bit of trail dust she picked up on the way here. Tina is picking up the anticipatory vibes, starting to twitch. And Josie? Josie is too busy worrying about her relationship with the Rabbit and her seemingly impossible quest to really care who’s on the other side of the door.

Daphne

Daphne was actually pretty impressed with Mattie’s arcane firearm. It’s not a weapon for her, but Mattie is an excellent shot. They went to Mattie’s impromptu firing range on the beach while Aelene handled her shopping. Daphne is still super annoyed that she isn’t allowed to swim in the ocean. It’s not fair. I so rarely get to swim.

Now, they are at the library door as Aelene (with Skye crawling on the floor, super sad, beside her) is walking up. Mattie made them some (serviceable) sandwiches and a couple small piles of raw whole fish for lunch. The foursome enter the library. Dinah is sitting at a table, desperately flipping through piles of paper files. Aelene directs the group to another table, with a neat stack of books, for them to gather ‘round. Mattie takes hold of Skye, and Aelene insists on Daphne following her to the big librarian desk. First, the mermaid insists on getting the lunch fish, but she joins soon enough.

Aelene rings the bell. There is no immediate response. They stand there awkwardly for 5, 10 minutes. Right before Aelene hesitantly gets ready to hit the bell again, Daphne gently grabs her wrist. She bellows, “<Mommy!>” in Aquan, the water tubes nearby rippling. Mom bursts through one of the staff tubes to give her daughter a jumping hug.

“<My poor, runty baby! Have you heard what happened?>” Daphne’s heart breaks as she looks into the sorrow of her mother’s eyes. I did this to her. I made her care for them.

“<I was there when Auntie Ariel found out. I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you yesterday. Harem duty called.>”

“<It’s okay. I understand. I’m just glad you’re safe.>”

“<I brought some lunch, if you wanted to, you know, eat with me?>”

“<Ariel tells me I need to eat to keep up my strength for the little ones, but I haven’t had much of an appetite, considering...>”

Daphne pulls out lunch from her inventory. “<Please, Mom, eat with me. I could use something normal after what that bitch Beckie did.>”

They eat. Raw, bloody fish torn with sharp teeth, held by webbed hands. Bones crunched. Organs slurped. Like proper, normal mermaids. Daphne’s happy she can do this little thing to help her Mom feel better. Bellies full, faces smeared with fish, Mom is even able to give a small smile. “<We are having a wake tonight for the ones who fell. Your aunt and I would like you to be there. Will you come?>”

“<Of course, Mom. I love you.>”