Scarlet Date 3, Part 6: My Achy, Breaky Heart

Tina

The gang is floating out of the smoke above the volcano. Harper, already grumpy in her diving suit, is carefully balancing on Glitterdust’s back. She sent Vix down to see what’s what. Josie is close to Glitterdust’s head; they are having a whispering conversation. Scarlet and Tina are sitting and waiting.

“So, cutie, whatcha think Harper is going to find down there?”

“No idea. Patience. Is our bunny-wolf cold war over?”

Tina giggles. “I hope so. We certainly did some trench warfare last night.”

“Huh. Maybe college did you some good. I didn’t expect something so clever from you.” Scarlet sticks out her tongue to let Tina know that she’s teasing.

Tina blows a raspberry right back, “Well, not all of us had parents who could afford to send us to college. Or grades good enough to get into college. Or a Dad. Can I start calling your Dad Dad?”

“You can ask him to make sure, but I’m fine with it. Gonna want to play catch or something?”

“Maybe? Is that what you do with a dad?”

“Oh, I **** him to play with dolls and have imaginary tea parties with my stuffies. He hated every minute of it but he loved me too much to say no.”

Suddenly, Vix is back on Harper’s shoulder. Harper comes to, pulling out a handful of Rat Leavings from her bag. The fox familiar happily munches as the sea elf starts prepping her walkie-talkie spell. The commotion gets Josie and Glitterdust’s attention. The dragon coils up a little to get the group together.

Harper telepathically transmits 2 words when the spell is done, “Fire Giant.”

The words send a chill through both Tina and their ride. “Well, I have some stuff to do at home, so I should just drop you off, huh?” That really starts to scare Tina.

“Hey, Flying Rock Snake, why are you scared of a Fire Giant? Aren’t you a dragon?”

“Fire giants are bigger than ME.”

The mountain shakes and the smoke inside clears enough to reveal what looks vaguely like a three story house with armor and very pokey shutters. And they expect me to go hit that? Tina slept since she looked at her quest, but she kind of remembers it: Tina’s Monastery Quest: Make a singular melee attack against the big bad. Reward: A head pat. And what kind of reward is a head pat?

“Ok, point taken. Ideas?”

“I be the Daphne. I start the fight by laying down something debilitating to minimize the danger for the rest of you, then drop the biggest damage spells I can. Scarlet, you’re my back-up on that. Be in position to stun-lock it if my spell fails until I can get a fresh one on him. Tina, I’m going to need you to cast Fly on at least me. I’m not going to be able to get out the giant’s way otherwise. Other than that, avoid Fireball; giant’s likely not going to be too bothered by it. Josie, just do your thing.”

How can Harper be so calm about this? Scarlet being fine I get. She can swim through lava just fine. Oh, she saying something to me. Fly? Oh, yeah! I did take that spell and I haven’t used it yet! I wanna Fly, too!

Tina casts the spell and feels herself hover above Glitterdust. Harper hovers too, looking a little less encumbered by the dumb suit. “Forgetting something, my bonny bunny?”

Uh, am I forgetting something? Oh, yeah. Squishy caster. Tina casts Mage Armor on herself. “Thanks, cutie.”

“Just wanted to see myself licking between your legs, love.” Harper teases. Then she gets more serious, “Ready?”

Harper starts chanting in whale, a spell forming at the tip of her now drawn sword. Just before the spell should be completed, she rolls out from over Glitterdust and starts to dive. Positioning herself behind and above the giant, she finishes up the spell and hits the giant perfectly in the head. The giant starts to shuffle and mumble a little tune in a grunting gibberish. Tina recognizes the tune and it adds another layer of terror.

Oh, no! It’s a fan of Winona Wyoming’s dad!

Glitterdust gets low enough to keep her melee-girlfriends from going splat and they jump off onto the shuffling giant. Scarlet hits first, slashing with her big spear thing and stomping to help break her fall. Her foot flashes on one of the kicks. The shuffling giant lands a couple of glancing blows on the oread, but she lands on her feet. Josie, bloodlust aura flowing off her, starts clawing at the flesh of the giant. Her collar and tats pulse on one of the hits and the giant, already looking to be in a lot of pain, only whacks the wolf-girl once. Josie lands on her feet.

What do I do? What do I do? Harper says Fireball won’t work. Dust Devil means we go splat as I’d drop my focus on Fly. Same with my illusions. The house-sized guy looks like he’d just laugh off Card Blast. Uh... new spell?

Her patron did give her Guiding Bolt. Might as well try it, she reasoned. A blinding flash of silvery light hits the giant square in the face. It bellows, dropping one of the pokey shutters. Oh, it is kinda guy shaped. It scoops up a lump of lava and flings it at Tina. The speed was both too slow and too fast, as the wind cools the outer bits of the lump enough to not hurt too bad when she takes the glancing hit.

The thing bellows in pain again, as Scarlet slams her spear thingy in the giant’s big foot. It still shuffles around, but can’t seem to move that one. It swings wildly at the kicking oread, missing, but picks up it’s other shield. Josie shreds into the other calf, getting around the pitiful attempts to hurt her with ease. Harper chants in her whale speech, then a bolt of purple energy flies out of her head, followed by a fist sized chunk of ice from her sword. The purple energy barely phases the giant, but the ice chunk nearly knocks it off it’s feet. Dropping a shield, it flings a chunk of magma at the sea elf, who takes a slight hit. The giant stops shuffling.

Oh, it doesn’t look good. It’s now or never for that quest. C’mon, Tina! Be brave! You can do this! What’s the worst that can happen?

Tina flies forward, her wand having a cute little pink energy ball peen hammer floating on top of it. The giant starts to try to bite her out of the air, only to snap it’s jaws early, biting a heavy gash into it’s own lower lip. Ha Ha! Tina flies over and bonks him on the nose. I did it! I didn’t die!

Tina’s too busy doing a celebratory dance to notice the actual melee fighters pummeling the giant’s last few HP out of it. It falls down in a volcano shaking boom. The magma bubbles a little, then settles down. The smoke stops billowing. The monastery is saved.

Date Party: +14 XP (Killed a Level 14 Monster)

Daphne

Daphne finished her restocking work, then headed to the Suckling Swine (flooded enough to make movement somewhat easy, dry enough to not get saltwater in the drinks) for the family wake. She’s having as good of a time at a wake as she possibly could, mostly listening to stories and being there for her Mom and sisters. Even with her new reality, she was always a bit isolated, so she doesn’t have stories to share. It doesn’t mean her family want nothing to do with her now.

Prudence did get the “Crab Trapper at Home” recipe from last night’s bar and Daphne is several cups into it. She’s feeling a little tipsy, but not drunk. The frenzy is enjoying the new drink. Circe already promised to add it to the Suckling Swine’s menu.

“Hey, Daphne,” Zoe shimmies over, “did the elf tell you about my request?”

“She mentioned something about you not knowing why you can’t write transformations anymore? Life in the harem has been busy, but I’m happy to give it a looksie. Not tonight though. A little too close to drunk to trust myself to diagnose you right now.”

Zoe downs a Crab Trapper at Home, then raises a finger to get another one. Circe comes by and slides a drink to both mermaids. Daphne sips hers. Another mermaid flops down at the table. “Hey, Daph,” Irene asks, “Can I get a favor? Harper got all of that bitch’s stuff when she was eliminated and I now need permission from her to use the streaming room. Can you ask her for me?”

“I’m sure Harper would be okay with it. Why haven’t you just texted her about it?”

Irene pouts in her drink. “Afraid her fight with Mom will spill over to punishing me. I just want to play some Space Craft in peace when I get off of work.”

“Sure, cousin. I’d love to help you out. How are you two holding up, otherwise?”

Daphne listens with interest to her cousins as they talk about how they are coping about the dead. I really wish I had more intimate relations with all of them. Eventually, her mom makes it to the table.

“Thanks for coming, my runty little daughter.”

“Mom, I’m a grown mermaid. You don’t have to call me runty.”

Calypso slips into a chair with a heavy sigh. Daphne can see that she’s holding back tears, trying to put on a brave face for the room. Circe swings by with some more drinks, muttering, “We really should have scheduled this for a night where I have help.” Calypso finishes hers almost before Circe finishes shimmying away. Daphne hands her fresh one over to her mom, still nursing the one she had already.

“I mean, you ARE runty, my little girl. Can you even hold one egg in those egg sacs?”

Okay, Mom is drunk. Daphne thinks as she covers her (comparatively small) breasts. “My Beloved thinks they are a good size.”

Even drunk, Calypso sees she hit a nerve. She wraps a finny arm around her daughter. “Sorry, Daphne. Mama’s drunk. Too much pain. I love you. Even if you are small.” Then, the older mermaid passes out on her shoulder. Ariel shimmies by and grabs Calypso’s drink. Knocking it back, she notes, “You have curfew soon, Daphne. Let me take care of my sister.”

“But Auntie...”

“None of that, runt. The show must go on. Dinah may get that stick out of her ass and ask for your help on her date in the morning. Do you think you’re helping the harem by hanging around here? Or crashing with some of your sisters or cousins?”

Daphne carefully lays the passed out Calypso in the water and wraps her aunt in a hug. “Point taken, but remember that I’m still a part of this frenzy and I care about all of you. Even if a certain someone is erecting walls to keep me out. Love you, Auntie. I’ll go sleep alone now.”

And, with that, Daphne dives to swim to the entrance. Gotta start crawling to bed, I guess.

Josie

“New family rule: Harper never has to go into a volcano ever again.”

The old lady is finally out of the diving suit, slipping back into her sexy military officer outfit from Aelene. They are all standing around the offering platform, waiting on Glitterdust to come “say goodbye.” Of course, Josie knows better, leaning on a post. Tina is hopping around, swinging the little hammer on her wand around. Josie enjoys the bouncing of the bunny girl’s breasts. Scarlet looks impatient. Harper goes to give her a back rub; the oread melts into the sea elf, tension temporarily easing.

Suddenly, a large shiny brown dragon (wing membranes seeming to connect to a frill along it’s tail) lands beside the offering platform. “Yoooooo! Elvenoids! Is there an emerald dragon lair nearby? The listing said “look for the offering platform beside a trail from the Monastery Under the Volcano?”

What?

Glitterdust pads her way out of the tunnel. “Megaballista?”

“That’s me.”

“Got MY payment?”

“Sure.” A pretty large chunk of treasure appears before the brown dragon, which Glitterdust greedily scoops into her inventory.

“Pleasure doing business with you. Enjoy your new digs.” The brown dragon waddles into the tunnel. A few minutes later, the dragon bellows “WHY ARE THERE SO MANY DICKS IN HERE?”

Glitterdust shouts back, “They are just illusions hiding lava. They’ll fade once you make it your own lair.” Turning to the party, “Anyways, ready to go?”

Harper is being too smart for her own good, “What was all of that about? Was that you selling your lair?”

Don’t screw this up, old lady. Josie rolls off the post, grabbing Tina as she walks towards the dragon. Tina, a little confused, just kind of walks along. “Hey Glitterdust,” Josie purrs, “I know you were just supposed to take us back to the monastery, but I was wondering...” Running a finger along the dragon’s jaw, she leans in to whisper-shout, “Would you like to be Harper’s pet dragon full-time?”

“Wait, what are you...”

“Of course, Josie. I want that more than anything.”

Harper and Glitterdust disappears with a pop. Shit. There goes our ride.

Josie: +10 VP (Expanded the Harem [Pack Tactics], x2 bonus [First Time Slut Participant])

“What the hell was that, Josie?”

Skye

Skye gasps as she comes back to herself. Her knees are sore and a little scratched up. Lady Aelene is tending to them.

“What happened?” she asks.

“Do you not remember, Lady Skye? The transformation looks to be much worse when it is only affecting you. I’m sorry.”

Skye strains her brain, trying to remember anything that happened since she tied herself up last night. She comes up with nothing. She turns her thoughts to something more unpleasant. Lady Aelene breaks her ruminations when she pulls out her vorpal sex toy. “Lady Skye, I have a question, then a few requests. This relationship that we are developing, what are your feelings about it?”

“Uh, it’s confusing. I am obviously attracted to you, not just physically, but emotionally as well. I am loyal to my wife and realize that she is okay with us enjoying each other within the harem, but I feel bad about interfering with your betrothal. I understand that it was created in a transformation, but would us pursuing this more than physically be breaking that vow? I don’t know how to feel about it.”

“I feel the same. Conflicted. I want to woo you, Lady Skye, but I don’t want to hurt your marriage with my betrothed. Nor hurt my upcoming nuptials. What do we do?”

Daphne, Kang-oo’s fried fish sandwich (no “poison” vegetables) in hand, just moans, “Don’t worry and just go for it. My beloved wants all of us to be one big family that play with each other’s not-cloacas. I mean, I got one, maybe two girlfriends and Harper is happy for me. Same thing with the group on the date right now.”

“Ms. Daphne, are you spying on us?”

“I happen to be slowly heading to my empty room because my roommate/girlfriend is having fun with my beloved. Sorry. Little drunk from the wake. Goodnight.” Daphne then walks away, closing their dorm room as she goes.

Skye looks at Aelene, really for the first time since coming out of the rope trance. She is decently nude, skin glowing, some of her more gnarly scars gone. She leans over and the double-sided dildo shrinks to something almost reasonable looking.

“My requests, assuming we are going to try this. First, I promised the good elf Mattie that I would help her with her frustrations tomorrow. Would you be okay with that?”

“I think I’m going to need to tie you up for tonight.” Skye blurts out, not quite sure where exactly that came from, but knowing that it is true.

Lady Aelene’s face turns hard. “Explain.”

“I need to be able to buy the rope upgrade tomorrow. The day after is my date and I’m sure that Harper will want me to solve it by then. I have two choices: either tie you up or skip resting altogether. If you don’t want to endure it again, I’ll understand. I just will stay up all night.”

Lady Aelene’s face softens. “Oh. If those are your choices, I will bear the burden for tomorrow. I presume I will have to ask the good elf Mattie to wait. You will help me tomorrow, right?”

Skye grabs the high elf’s hand and gives it a squeeze. “Of course.”

“Then my other request. My weapon needs resetting. Would you share it with me?”

Skye is scared, but nods. Lady Aelene lubes her weapon turned toy. Skye preps her rope for after. The pain of the toy entering her special place is immense despite the high elf’s gentleness. She winces. Lady Aelene slowly inserts herself onto the other side, wrapping her legs around Skye’s waist.

“Ready, Lady Skye?”

Skye nods. The high elf lifts off the dildo, then slams back down on it. The other side of the dildo thrusts into Skye with a squeak from the drow. Then, Lady Aelene repeats the motion. Is sex always like this?

Lady Aelene sees the struggle in Skye’s eye. “What am I doing wrong, Lady Skye? You seem unhappy. Should we stop?”

“Outside of my time with Harper, my sex partners just seem to be treating me like an object? I don’t know how to...”

Lady Aelene leans in and starts to whisper, “I think I love you, Lady Skye. I feel shame that I feel more for you than my betrothed right now. Please, tell me what to do to make you feel important to me.” She starts to kiss Skye’s neck tenderly.

“Just keep doing that.”

So it continues. The two, bodies intertwined, gently kissing, gently caressing, slowly thrusting. Skye slowly warms up to it. Then, she wants more. She starts to buck against the toy, her hips no longer in her control. It’s a little awkward for a minute, but Aelene starts to match the rhythm. The two elves are losing themselves in pleasure. Aelene pulls Skye to her lips with her chin and the two melt into each other. The sword suddenly vibrates, blasting her special place with such intensity that Skye cums instantly.

Aelene: +10 VP (Brought Another Slut to Orgasm [Scimitar Scissoring])

A few minutes later, both panting, Aelene gently pulls out the toy and turns it back to the double-bladed scimitar. Popping it back into her inventory, she moves to cuddle the drow. Skye orders her rope to tie the high elf into this position. Seeing Aelene fade into the submissive role, Skye leans in and kisses her on the forehead.

“I love you too, my toy.”