And I ate in the day, I guess I'll skip dinner

Nick’s heart stirred with discomfort as everyone sat down for dinner. It was a simple picture, and one that looked very familiar. He had been in this situation more times than he could count by this point, sitting around the dinner table with Mary, Holly, and the woman or women he would be sleeping with that night. Nola’s presence was unusual, but not necessarily unwelcome.

But there was a tension in the air that was anything but usual. And he had felt it from the moment he and Rose exited the kitchen. While on the surface Dawn looked completely composed, he could tell that something was up with her. He just didn’t know what to make of it.

The first sign that something was wrong? The speed with which Ella removed herself from the room upon her deadline arriving. While Ella generally didn’t like her transformation and its compulsion to make her work in the Master’s Suite, the intensity with which she left suggested that there was something more going on here. He had a sinking suspicion she was trying to put as much space between herself and Dawn as possible, judging by the amount of effort she put into not looking at the other woman as she left.

So Dawn was still producing those pheromones, even if it wasn’t at the same degree as she had been doing earlier that afternoon. That was what Nick took away from the flustered exchange. And the less he thought about what the pheromones would be making Ella do while she was alone in her room, the better.

He wasn’t ready to think about Ella in that context just yet.

Fortunately, Nick had a lot of other things that could occupy his thoughts. For instance, the dinner itself. While Nick couldn’t see any tangible signs of Dawn’s pheromones working their magic, and he had made sure to sit as far away from her at the table as possible (something Dawn had readily agreed to) he knew that something was building under the surface.

“Soup’s on!” Rose chirped, setting out a bowl for each of them

…And then there was the other, more pressing issue.

Nick’s eyes shot to Rose, and they shared a heated look between them. The sly smile that twisted her lips informed him that yes, she had done exactly what she said she was going to do, which he had expected from her.

Immediately his eyes leapt to Dawn, who was looking at her soup with slight interest.

“Loaded potato soup, huh?” Mary said, taking a sip. “This is pretty good, Rose.”

“Oh, do you like it?” Rose took her seat beside Nick, her face glowing with pride. “Thank you! Out of all the dishes I prepared to night, this one was definitely my most hands-on.”

The double entendre didn’t seem to register with anyone else, but Nick’s heart sank. He kept staring at Dawn. If she knew what was in her serving, he couldn’t tell. And although she hadn’t tasted it yet, she didn’t seem to notice anything amiss.

Then she raised her head, and their eyes met from across the table. Nick sucked in his breath and froze, his lips parted slightly.

What was he looking for in those big brown eyes of hers? Some gleam of acknowledgment? A glance fraught with meaning? Something like that. Some clue, any clue, that she knew the nature of what had been placed down in front of her, and was in on it.

Dawn’s face gave him nothing. She just smiled shyly and brushed a lock of her hair aside, her ears twitching pleasantly.

She thinks I’m making eyes at her… what should I do? Obviously I should I try to warn her? Nick was frozen with indecision. This little game had been arranged by Rose and he was hesitant to go along with it. But if he said anything and made a scene, well, that would be a different kind of uncomfortable. Should he say something anyway? Dawn obviously had no idea.

“This smells really good!” Dawn said suddenly, bringing the spoon close to her nose and taking a sniff. “A little hot though…” She blew on it gently and Nick couldn’t help but notice the sheen of her lips as she did. Was she wearing lip gloss? That was so unlike Dawn. She always made an effort to look presentable and professional, but she seldom made herself up like she had today.

She went to so much effort today. Can I really let her humiliate herself by allowing Rose to feed her my semen? Of course he couldn’t.

“Dawn…”

She paused and looked at him. He felt Rose looking him out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored her. He looked into Dawn’s eyes, at the spoon so close to her lips, and tried to think of something to say.

The idea occurred to Nick that this was all set up by the both of them. Rose leading him on, making him think that Dawn was in the dark, because she saw how much it aroused him. And here he was, about to blurt out that Dawn was going to eat semen, maybe humiliating her in front of Holly or Mary.

But the odds of that weren’t high enough when weighted against the possibility of violating her like that. He pushed past that idea and croaked out, “are… are you sure you want to eat that?”

Everyone look at him with various expressions of confusion and incredulity.

Dawn blinked. “…Why would I not want to?” She asked. Her eyes narrowed slightly and for a second Nick thought he saw something in her expression.

Wait… was I… was I wrong? That look… maybe… maybe she really does want this? The idea that this was a kinky routine Rose and Dawn were playing out was growing in steam. But at the same time he wondered if his mind was just playing tricks on him; trying to convince him that she was in on it, so he could enjoy the kinky scenario without guilt. But if she was, outing the “game” would humiliate them both.

“Uh… never mind, I guess,” he mumbled out.

Maybe she was in on it. Maybe she wasn’t.

Maybe he would never know.

But before Nick could keep dwelling on the dubious situation, he felt Rose’s delicate fingers in his lap, caressing his cock. And that’s when he realized he was as hard as a rock. Even though he had just shot out his load a few minutes earlier- the load that right this second was stewed up with the meat and potatoes in Dawn’s soup.

“Pretend she has no idea,” Rose’s hot whisper hissed into his ear. “No idea at all. Pretend she thinks it’s just regular soup. But her body knows… she can already tell… just watch… you’ll see how much she likes it…”

Rose slowly started stroking his cock through his pants. Just a little light petting to keep him worked up. No one would even be able to tell something was amiss just by looking at the two of them.

…Well, almost no one. Nick felt someone’s stare burning a hole into him, and he managed to tear his eyes away from Dawn for a moment to see Holly gazing intensely his direction.

Her lips slowly curled up into a knowing smile. She shook her head slightly as if she was chastising the two of them.

Damn it. Of course Holly would notice. She’s practically psychic when it comes to stuff like this!

Nick tore his eyes away from her, and they naturally landed back on Dawn, who had just finished cooling off her soup and was ready to take that first big, creamy bite.

His heart was racing. Rose had picked up the pace, and he heard her breath hitch in her throat as she did. But even with Holly watching him, even knowing how wrong this was, he didn’t push Rose’s hand away, or jump from his seat to stop Dawn.

He just watched her, able to stop her but unwilling, for reasons that escaped him.

And then it was over. In a flash of a second the spoon passed her lips and emerged an instant later completely clean.

In that fraction of a second Nick felt like time had stopped completely. Or at least his heart had. If she wasn’t in on the game, would she notice anything was amiss? Would she say something? Would she spit it out in disgust?

“Oh wow! You’re right, Mary, this is delicious!” Dawn exclaimed.

…Of course she wouldn’t. Dawn had eaten Nick’s semen multiple times in the past. And even if she didn’t recognize the taste underneath the spices and other ingredients Rose had added to the soup to disguise it, she still found it delicious.

Nick let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He struggled to identify the wave of emotions that washed over him. Was he relieved? Or upset? And even if one of those emotions was disgust, the excitement that surged down into his cock eclipsed it, much to his shame.

Of course, there was also the possibility that she didn’t “notice” because she already knew what she was eating. Nick simply couldn’t tell. She went for another spoonful, completely oblivious. And Nick should have felt bad. He did, of course, but he should have felt much, much worse; the ambiguity and doubt kept the guilt at bay, and all the negative emotions he felt came up short compared to the pounding excitement in his chest.

But as Dawn took her second bite, everything else he was feeling was quickly overwhelmed by the mounting tension and dread. What if this time she figured it out? What if this was the moment she noticed? This bite?

Even as nothing changed and she went for a third helping, those fears weren’t eased. They continued to mount with each passing second- as did the pleasure from Rose’s hand along his stubborn erection that found all of this incredibly arousing, in spite of Nick’s better judgment.

“Nick, you haven’t even touched your soup,” Rose said suddenly, jolting Nick in his seat. He snapped his head around as his cock jumped. Meeting her eyes, she looked so forlorn and hurt. “Don’t you want to try it?”

Rose looked crestfallen, even as her hand was working even faster under the table. She’d gotten her technique down to a science at this point, stroking him off with sharp elbow movements that didn’t reach her shoulder. If anyone not named Holly Anderson was to look at her, they would have no idea what she was doing, and see only a woman who felt slighted and hurt.

Nick couldn’t even call her out on it, either, that was the worst part.

“S-sorry,” he managed to stutter out. He was surprised he could even speak that clearly through the mounting pleasure and the building tension. But he couldn’t let on anything was wrong. If this wasn’t one big sexual game, if Dawn was really completely in the dark, and he said anything… but no, he should still do it, right? Assuming she did in fact not know… aggh, this was agony! He felt absolutely miserable lying to her. On Rose’s behalf, of all things, and right in front of Mary to boot! But no matter how shitty he felt due to his actions, he couldn’t deny that this was incredibly arousing, too.

Nick had always thought of himself as someone who respected consent and boundaries when it came to sexual experimentation. He was very careful with that, especially where women like Gina were concerned, or situations involving aphrodisiacs and other mental transformations, as were so common on this show.

But this was something he couldn’t reconcile with his mental image of himself.

Dawn was eating his semen without her knowledge. Maybe. He was including her in his sexual play with Rose, without her consent. …Maybe. And the fact that she very likely would have consented had she known didn’t change how he felt in the slightest.

Maybe.

The only thing that kept Nick’s self-loathing at bay (besides how arousing the situation was) was the faint hope that this really was just an act on Dawn’s part, and she was in on it. Rose had insinuated as such, but never confirmed it; and she’d also insinuated just the opposite.

Which words had been the truth, and which words were just mind games to distract and arouse him? At this point he couldn’t tell.

But the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he got. So he did the only thing he could do to take his mind off of the situation, and sampled Rose’s soup for himself.

If he could lose himself in her cooking, then this would be over soon. He had to hope, anyway.

Unfortunately, Rose wasn’t making it easy for him. She was dragging out her handjob to keep him from cumming in his pants. He appreciated that, but he didn’t appreciate that she wasn’t stopping, either. So he pushed through the pleasure, dipped his spoon in his cooling soup, and brought it up to his lips to taste.

It was even better than when he had sampled it before. Say what you will about Rose, but the woman knew how to cook.

“Well? How do you like it?” Rose purred. She tightened her grip on his cock for a moment, distracting him and nearly making him drop the spoon. For a second Nick wasn’t sure if she was talking about her technique, or her cooking.

“It’s… amazing,” he said honestly, not sure himself what he was referring to. Regardless, it was true in both cases.

“It sure is,” Holly laughed. “I’m really feasting tonight!”

She brought her spoon to her lips, but her eyes never left Nick’s; she was letting him know exactly what she meant by that.

Nick swallowed; he suddenly felt very thirsty. He reached for a glass of water and took a sip, hoping to wash away some of the tension he was feeling.

No such luck.

“I really love potatoes,” Nola chirped. She was happy just to have been invited to dinner with them. But of course she would be- Mary may have been annoyed by the leprechaun’s clinginess, but she would never leave Nola out of something like this. If the bouncy girl was going to be hanging around her for the rest of the round, then she would be invited to eat with them.

Now if only she could learn not to talk with her mouth full.

“It’s not just because I’m irish, just to be clear,” Nola said through spoonfuls of soup. “That’s a very offensive stereotype! I do not in fact subsist solely on beer and potatoes! In fact, I don’t even drink! Not that I have a problem with ****, of course, it’s just that when I drink I can be really mellow and a huge downer, so I don’t. But it’s totally fine if you guys want to drink, of course. I actually like when girls on the show drink, because they lower their inhibitions and that makes it easier for sexy times to happen!” She laughed at that part and shot a flirty look at Nick.

“So I’m not going to drink myself,” she restated. “Because you won’t get to take advantage of me, Nick. Sorry about that!” She winked at him.

“Don’t worry, I think he’s got that covered,” Holly said with a smirk. She shot Nick another knowing look that made him stiffen up, and not in the good way.

Rose was remarkably subtle with her actions, much to his surprise.

If they were going to get busted, it would be because Holly couldn’t keep her damn mouth shut.

“You’re right about that, Holly,” Rose said, joining in on the “Refused to keep her mouth shut because she didn’t know what was good for her” game.

“Oh?” Holly asked, perking up.

Dawn’s ears twitched with curiosity as she took another taste of the soup. It really was amazing. Maybe the best soup she’d ever had.

“I’ve got a lot planned to… satisfy Nick tonight,” she said, casting him a flirty look as if she wasn’t right now doing an excellent job of “satisfying” him right as they were talking.

Holly giggled and Mary blushed.

“Well, I would hope so,” the redhead mumbled, focusing on her food. She had been completely in the dark about everything that was happening right now. “This soup is a nice start, at least.”

“Yeah, it’s delicious,” Holly agreed. “What’s your recipe, Rose?”

Nick pinched Rose’s leg under the table. Knowing her, she would throw out another line of cryptic innuendo, and he knew Holly would pick up on it if she did.

Rose twitched, surprised by the gesture, but she got the message. “…A woman can’t reveal all her secrets,” she said, batting her eyelashes innocently. “But it came straight from the heart.”

And other places. She didn’t say that part, but it was what Nick heard in her voice.

Holly nodded, evidently satisfied by this answer. Nick hoped she was. If she figured out what was going on…

“The flavor is great, but I think the texture is pretty nice too,” Dawn noted, speaking up for the first time in a while.

Nick stiffened up again. This time in the not good way AND in the good way.

Rose barely held back her laughter.

“Oh? You like it?” She asked.

Dawn nodded. Her twitching ears and the tail flicking behind her chair showed just how much. “It’s really thick and creamy… I could eat a whole second bowl of this!”

“Well, don’t fill up too much,” Rose tittered. “You haven’t even tried my roasted pheasant yet!”

This may have just been the soup. But Nick knew that for Rose, what was happening right now was the main course.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Mary chirped.

“I’m looking forward to dessert, myself,” Holly said, her voice thick with innuendo. She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Really?” Rose looked at her in surprise. “I didn’t know you were a fan of clafoutis.”

Holly blinked. “Oh. So… there’s actual dessert. Never mind…” She sank in her seat slightly. She’d been insinuating something else, obviously, but with how much pride Rose took in her cooking, the wind had been let out of her sails slightly.

Rose didn’t seem to notice. What she was paying attention to at the moment was how Dawn had almost completely finished off her bowl.

Just a few more bites.

Nick, in contrast, hadn’t even made it through half of his. As good as it was, it was really hard to focus on eating when he was distracted by guilt over what Dawn was going through, and Rose teasing him so severely. She was going faster and faster, picking up speed and intensity the closer Dawn got to the end.

At this rate, she really WOULD make him cum in his pants! And that was the last thing he wanted, spending the rest of dinner with his underwear full of semen.

Then again, after what he’d made Dawn go through, maybe that was a fitting punishment.

Rose was going even faster. Rrrgh, her fingers felt amazing! Nick clenched his teeth and gripped his spoon so tightly his knuckles turned as white as the soup.

“Rose,” he hissed. “Stop.”

She stopped. Her hand snapped away from him so fast that for a couple of moments he could swear he still felt her fingers all over him. But no. She was done, and that was that.

His aching cock was irate. How dare Rose stop after going to such lengths!? Unforgivable! But Nick **** himself to calm down and focus on what was going on in front of him. He couldn’t just lose it right here in the middle of dinner!

Rose knew that, of course. Which was why she’d refused to take him over the edge. She just left him there, in agony.

Her witch costume was appropriate. She was as bewitching as she was wicked. And the sly smirk on her face as she glanced his way only made his anger rise- along with his ****, aching need.

Then two things happened. Dawn set down her spoon, at the same time Rose’s hair started to lengthen. It went from her usual shorter look, to dancing just above her shoulders. A signal to everyone what had just transpired.

Rose: 9900 BP + 1500 BP = 11400 BP

“Rose!” Dawn gasped. “Your hair!”

Mary looked stunned. “It grew! Did you… did you get some BP or something?”

Holly glanced curiously at the two of them. Her eyes searched Nick’s face, wondering…

“Was it the handjob she was giving Nick under the table? Was that one of her bounties?” Nola asked.

Nick nearly fell out of his chair. “Wh-what!?”

Nola shrugged. Apparently, she had known the whole time, and said nothing.

Mary turned bright red. “H-hand… at the dinner table!?” She shot Nick a scandalized and disapproving look.

Holly burst out laughing. Immediately Mary realized that she had known, and looked at her best friend, betrayed.

“Wait, that doesn’t make sense,” Dawn said, shaking her head. She looked suspiciously at Rose and Nick. “I saw Rose’s bounty sheet. She doesn’t have a bounty about doing something like that.”

“It’s true,” Rose admitted, shaking her head. “I don’t.”

“Your hair grew pretty long, too,” Dawn noted, scrunching up her face contemplatively. “It wouldn’t have been a small amount of BP… you must have gotten at least 1000 BP just now…”

Nick’s heart stopped. She was putting it together. She was figuring it out. He could see that familiar look in her eye, the wheels were turning in her head. Nick hadn’t seen Rose’s entire bounty sheet, but he just knew that the only bounty on it worth that much would have to be…

Which meant she didn’t know. This hadn’t been a game she’d been in on. She had sat there and eaten an entire bowl of his semen without knowing, and he had let her, trying to convince himself that she HAD to know. That that made it okay. Immediately, Nick felt like the worst person in the world. He’d grasped the flimsiest of excuses in order to let this happen, and at the same time… it was one of the sexiest things he’d ever done. It burned him up inside, that even now he was still intensely aroused by the fact that Dawn had eaten his semen without knowing. Does that make me a horrible person? That I liked it, in spite of how awful I feel about it?

And then he saw it. The look of dawning realization and horror on her face. Dawn’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She looked at Rose, like she couldn’t believe it. Then she looked at Nick with an expression of sheer betrayal.

Nick wilted slightly. But his cock throbbed with excitement. Now that he’d been found out, it was like he could enjoy the moment free of guilt, even though he was still filled with it.

“That soup…” Dawn shook her head slowly. “What was in that soup? Did… did you… did you put Nick’s semen in my soup?!”

“WHAT?!” Mary screeched.

Rose said nothing. But Dawn was speaking enough for the both of them. She jumped out of her chair and darted around the table to confront them both directly.

“The only bounty on your sheet that would give you that much BP is the one requiring you to give another contestant a dish with Nick’s cum as the main ingredient!” She pointed out. “Holly and Mary are both out of the contest and Nola isn’t even a part of this. So it had to be me! You… you fed Nick’s semen to me, didn’t you?!”

“Dawn…” Nick croaked out.

Mary and Holly were struck speechless but for different reasons. Mary was horrified at what had just transpired, while Holly was feeling betrayed and exhilarated that she had not been fed the semen-tainted soup.

Nick was filled with countless emotions in that moment, but the two strongest were guilt and arousal. As bad as he felt about doing something so heinous to a woman he cared about, he couldn’t argue with how hot it had been to see Dawn unknowingly devour his semen.

And he didn’t do a very good job of hiding it, either.

“…You’re turned on by this, aren’t you?” Dawn said, stunned. A strange, almost giddy smile touched her lips for a second, before her furious look returned. “You actually found it arousing that I was eating your semen without knowing!”

He couldn’t deny it. She was completely correct.

“See?” Rose laughed. “I told you.”

Nick looked at her. She was right in the end, sad to say. He just wished that this little revelation hadn’t come at Dawn’s expense.

“Yeah, you were right.”

Nick’s head snapped back around to Dawn. And just one look at the gleam in her eyes, and it all became clear.

She knew, after all.

She was in on it.

Rose had danced around it the whole time, but he never would have imagined…

“Rose and I set this up beforehand,” Dawn said, to remove any trace of doubt. She looked embarrassed. “She said, um… you would find it really hot if you thought I was completely in the dark about it… like I didn’t know I was eating your semen… I thought maybe that was a little too far, but…”

She glanced down at the bulge in his pants.

Nick’s pale face turned red. Relief washed over him like a tidal wave and he sighed, slumping back into his chair.

“So we didn’t… oh, thank god,” he said, shaking his head. “I really thought…”

“Sorry, I hope we didn’t freak you out,” Rose said, her playful expression shifting to a conciliatory one. “I was sure the naughtiness of the scene would get you going, and, well…”

She reached over and placed her hand on his arm. “It’s what we said before. Trusting someone. I knew that you would like this, and I hoped… I hoped it wouldn’t go too far. It wouldn’t have been the same if I told you, right? So I wanted the ambiguity… because I thought it would be hotter for you.”

“I said I thought it would bother you a lot,” Dawn said warily, seeing the guilt on his face. “But Rose said that would also make it hotter for you, too.”

Nick could see the embarrassment on their faces. Between valuing his comfort and his sexual excitement, both girls had leaned towards the sexual. Probably because of their own heightened sexual emotions. Maybe that was why he wasn’t actually that angry at the two of them.

Sure, maybe Nick should have gotten upset at the prank the two girls had played on him. But it had been for his sake, in the end. And… he really had enjoyed the sensual tension and uneasiness of the not knowing, even if the guilt and the disgust in himself had come along with it. Now all that was gone, leaving him with just the sexiness of the situation.

And more than anything, he was relieved that Dawn had been in on it. That accounted for a lot.

Of course, there was someone here who wasn’t in on it. Mary cradled her face in her hands.

“Is nothing sacred!?” She wailed.