Skye Date 3, Part 2: Crouching Frogs, Hidden Tiger-Mom

Honey

Everyone was directed to leave the Master Suite and, Honey, a little confused, followed along. The helpful mermaid led Honey to the art gallery that was recommended as a quiet place to work. The smell of semen is... distracting, to say the least.

Honey is aware that her intelligence is a genetic fluke. She both spent half of her life in law school, yet graduated way faster than the usual lawyer. Her species is usually much more primitive in thought, especially the males, which would be naturally described as brain-dead himbos. She avoided the breeding hills when she first matured sexually. She wanted an intellectual equal to fill her spermatheca, to best ensure passing on her uniqueness to her offspring.

She flees the gallery, finding it impossible to focus on her case in there. She instead thinks some potentially dangerous thoughts as she meanders in the hallway between the lobby and the contestant sleep area. If I understand that Pack Tactics transformation correctly, if certain conditions are met, I could be added to Ms. O’Connor’s harem. The question is, do I want that? On the one hand, I am certainly attracted to her form, despite the marine nature of it. She seems to be a suitable mate for generating my offspring, assuming her penis spell works as presented. And I certainly want more time to live and this seems to be a good way to achieve that. On the other hand, getting wrapped up in my client’s harem seems a sure-fire way of losing my position. Ms. O’Connor may not be attracted to me. My physiology is quite different from her own. The idea of being in a family feels completely foreign to me; I don’t know exactly how I could approach it. There is also the issue of her mental state right now. She may just see me as a treasure hunter or a rebound for the doctor that scorned her so drastically. What do I ultimately want? To go boldly into that dark night, to die the lonely **** of my kind? To embrace this potential change, to live a drastically different life from my own? I just don’t know.

One of the harem girls approaches, asking, “Good barrister Honey, would you like to join us on our delve? We are going to start soon. It may serve to distract you of your troubles. I hope my betrothed’s case is not too difficult.”

More data would be nice. This could help me decide. “Why not?”

Mattie

A good spy always collects intel where she can.

Mattie interrogates this Sheryl girl as everyone heads to the hidey hole most of the community have posted up in. Mrs. Skye gets more and more withdrawn as it goes. Sarge tries to comfort her wife. Red tries to comfort them both. Mattie stays on mission.

Sounds like things started to turn sour when Mrs. Skye came in with her magic gun. The community splintered into three factions almost immediately. One group, the ones that took the transformation into drow, are trying to rediscover worship of Eilistraee without the second-hand Gygax influence. The second group, those that listened but ultimately rejected Skye’s gift, got more and more uncomfortable by the first group. The third and final group, the ones that immediately ran from Mrs. Skye, went straight to the government. The siege started soon after. Most of the second group have already defected to the government by now. This Sheryl girl no idea if the defectors were captured or eliminated; she almost pees herself with terror at the thought. The goddess said that some adventurers would arrive today to save them; this Sheryl is less hopeful, now that the adventurers included Mrs. Skye. This is going to be difficult. Mattie memorized her quest. Mattie’s Commune Date Quest: Just This Once, Everyone Lives! Reward: 50 XP to distribute how Mattie wishes.

Sheryl leads them down into a cleverly hidden shelter: a root cellar from an abandoned farm with a big rock hiding the entrance. The group heads down. Mattie takes point, a flashlight and her baby, hammer cocked, ready to go, both in hand. The room is dark. She hears the scurrying of many, many bodies. A voice shouts, “<Friend or Foe, blasphemer?>”

“<Hey, just because I’m handy with the iron, doesn’t make me a blasphemer.>”

“<Ms. Mattie, quiet,>” Mrs. Skye scolds. She addresses the voice, “<Hi, Matron! It’s me, Skye! We’re here to help!>”

The room murmurs. The voice speaks again, “<Well, Skye, your blessing has also become a curse. We’ve been given an ultimatum: surrender by dawn or the military firebombs the entire community to ashes. The goddess promised us an escape, even giving us a spell scroll for that purpose, but we need a couple of tasks accomplished first. One, the military has a device that blocks the goddess’s magic. It needs to be shut down. Two, we need a very large diamond for the spell. And three, a few of us are out foraging or otherwise still missing, including one Kimiko Kimura. Skye, you need to bring your mother to the community festival grounds. She refuses to leave your home without seeing you first.>”

“<It will be done. All of it.>”

Josie

“Ok, Honey, looks like you’re all registered in the system, so you should be safe to hop in with us as a guest. You sure about this? Josie and Aelene are not going to want to stick to stages more your speed.”

“I could use the distraction, Ms. Daphne. If you all would have me, I’d appreciate your company for a time.”

This wasp-girl is a little weird. Then again, we are all a little weird. Daphne then offers, “Anyone want to buy anything while we are here?”

“Stop trying to upsell us, Fish. I wanna rend something to shreds. Let’s go.” Josie stomps into the lobby. Tina shrugs and follows. Aelene at least helps Daphne get over the counter. The high elf was annoyed that the party took time to review the last delve’s tape first, just to remember everything that happened in case the dungeon asked them about it, until Daphne also pointed out that they may learn some things about their foes. Those green sluuts are dangerous.

They pass the dungeon’s “were you paying attention” check, and find themselves at the opening of a narrow cave. Two of those sluuts, both blue, are loudly masturbating at the entrance.

“Hey, sluut! Doesn’t guard duty suck sexy tadpole cock?”

“Yeah, it does! I wanna infect some dumb humans and make them bloat and get all sexy!”

They keep going on. It’s gross.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Glitterdust pipes up, then psychically bellows, “Hellllllloooooooo, baddies! It is I, Glitterdust, a super sexy, scary dragon. Bow down to MY majesty!”

Daphne slaps herself on the forehead, as does Honey and Aelene. “What? Now I know there are only two of them!”

“But now we can’t sneak attack them?”

“But the rogue types are on a date with MY MtF goddess!”

“Not the time, ladies!” Josie growls, blood red bloodlust aura already flowing, claws already growing, “Time to fight!” Josie rushes up and absolutely eviscerates one of the frog-ladies, fury tattoo pulsing twice. The other takes a couple of swipes at the wolf-girl, Josie flexing to resist a tadpole implantation.

Daphne chants in Aquan and fires off a blast of water, which lands true. Tina’s fire bunny also lands true. The frog starts to run towards the bunny, slowed by Daphne’s cantrip, only to take a good swipe from Josie. Aelene pulls out her normal double-bladed scimitar and starts slashing into the frog.

“Heya, Froggie?” Glitterdust snarks, waggling her spines and her eyebrows, “you know what advice a frog offers to a masturbating dragon? Rub it, Rub it!” And the frog-lady falls over, laughing and masturbating. Everyone but Tina rolls their eyes at the terrible pun. Honey buzzes over and stabs the laughing enemy right in the solar plexus. The frog somehow resists the neurotoxin AND starts to stand. Josie bounds over and slashes the frog’s head off in two messy swipes.

“Next time, Glitter, maybe let everyone get ready first?”

“Fine, fine. But MY plan did work, right?”

Right.

Harper

Skye is leading us now. Mattie insisted on leaving all of the civvies behind. She also insisted that we avoid needless bloodshed.

All of us are on edge. Skye looks shocked at all of the implications of what happened with her challenge shot. Mattie looks like she’s in full Reaper agent mode, constantly scanning for trouble, gun in shooting position. Scarlet has a look that screams like she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. And me? I’m fighting the hole in my heart and the rest of it breaking for my lovely wife.

The vineyard looks dead. Trellises burnt. Vines hacked down. Skye is crying. Harper is crying, too. An honest shedding of tears, in sympathy of her wife. The door to the farmhouse has been hacked down. Blood splatter soaked in the patio.

Swords in hand, Harper and Skye enter the farmhouse. Her family home, soon to be no more. Skye, sobbing, asked Scarlet and Mattie to wait outside. Skye starts cleaning her feet. She asks Harper to remove her boots. Harper complies.

“<Mother, I’m home?>” Skye tentatively states, voice wobbling. Harper creeps in. The house looks wrecked. Furniture smashed. Blood stains on the walls and floors. Harper fears the worst.

“<Mother?>” Skye shouts up the stairs, already half hewn down with axes.

“<Want a boost?>”

“<Yes, please.>”

Harper bends down and lets her wife step into her hands. Harper lifts as Skye pulls herself up to the balcony of the second floor. Harper listens to Skye’s footfalls squeaking the floor boards. She feels uneasy, standing here alone.

She senses the strike before it’s delivered. A feeling of dread washing over her. She starts the dance, then deflects the thrust from a blade in the dark.

“<Who are you? A freak made by the round ears to kill me?>”

Harper snorts, then swings into the dark twice with the flat of her blade. The next thrust is predicted and dodged easily enough.

“<Answer me!>”

Shouldn’t risk a spell unless I really want the Reapers on me. Backstep a few paces. See if she’ll chase me into the light.

“<Coward!>” the voice bellows. She does charge forward. Drow woman, towards the upper end of middle age. Looks a lot like Skye. Looks more than a little frazzled, thrusting out an easily evaded stab again.

Feet stomping upstairs. Skye’s running back. Time for me to be serious? Harper holds the point of her blade at the assailant’s throat. She freezes, her sword clanging on the floor.

“<Mother?!?!?>” Skye bounds down the broken stairs and gives the other woman a hug. “<What happened? Where’s Mother Estelle and Storm and Ms. April? Did you attack my wife?>”

Oh. Well, that’s not a great start. Harper sheathes her sword and prepares to apologize. The other woman doesn’t give her the chance, “<Fruit of my womb, is this the former male that you claimed to have married? It’s not what I expected. Leave. You are not welcome in this house, slaver.>”

The rage from the hole in Harper’s heart starts to percolate again. With a nod to Skye, the sea elf turns to leave. Don’t want to lose my cool right now. Don’t want to add to my wife’s hurts. This quest is going to be impossible, huh? Leaning on a patio post while reequipping her boots, she thinks about her quest. Harper’s Commune Date Quest: Win Over Your Mother-in-Law. Reward: A free level to Tercanonehtar. I hope Skye can talk some sense in her.

Tina

Okay, then, green sluuts poisoning the well with tadpoles? They are trying to infect any hotties left in the village! That’s bad!

Daphne pulls Tina back to the group. Tina remembers to get herself at armored up just then, too. She didn’t need to see Daphne’s curves all shiny. No ma’am! The mermaid reminds everyone, “Okay, so those green sluuts nearly wrecked the party last level. We are going to try to nuke them down before they can react. Tina, you are gonna make the biggest Fireball you can. I got a big AoE spell I want to show off, too. Glitter, Honey, either of you got anything?”

“Not really. My AoE spell effects aren’t going to work. The tunnel is too narrow.”

“Sorry. Spike Growth is my only AoE spell. My spells are not exactly all that powerful.”

“Okay, then. Tina and I nuke ‘em. Hopefully, they both drop. If not, melee girls, keep them off of us. Caster girls, stay as far away from them as you can.”

“Um, why?” Tina has to ask. I’ve been commanded to be brave. If there is a good reason to be scared, maybe boss-lady Eilistraee will forgive me?

“Yeah, Josie or Aelene goes all froggy, they’ll be blue ones. Either of us go froggy, we are green.”

“And, thus, have a much easier time spreading it to others?” Honey concludes.

Ah. Time for the answer to every question!

Daphne and Tina both charge up their spells, though Daphne fires her off first. A big arc of lightning hits one of the frog-ladies, hard, then the bolt blasts into the other and all of the little tadpoles being poured into the well. They all light up like in the cartoons! Tina flings her Fireball, heightening the effect on one of them. Unfortunately they still stand, charging to breed the bunny. Of course, this time, the casters fired their spells far away, so the sexy froggies don’t reach.

Josie, raging again, does her slashy-swipy thing. One of the frogs shoves a tadpole into the wolf-girl during a bite and, once again, she’s down masturbating to the sensation of being turned. That’s not good.

Aelene summons her reflection onto one of the frogs and runs up to the other. She does her slashy-slashy thing, and her foe does some slashy-slashy back. Glitter fires off a big, scary bolt of purple energy at the frog being engaged by the reflection and that frog’s head goes pop. Then, Josie stops masturbating, the tadpole thingy crawling out of her and shriveling into nothing. The wolf-girl hops up and continues her reign of humanoid blendering. She pants, “Thanks, Bug, I owe you one.”

Scarlet

While Harper and Skye deal with the house, Mattie talked Scarlet into helping her with some recon. Scarlet feels like she sticks out like a sore thumb, but she’s stalking through a field of wheat and weeds, trying her best not to catch the plants aflame, watching a patrol of soldiers. Mattie snags a straggler, grabbing him in a **** hold. She drags him into her patch of overgrown field.

This feels like a waste of time. I really should be watching over Harper right now. Thinking about the sea elf, Scarlet feels a tinge of something being wrong. She needs me right now. Scarlet’s Commune Date Quest: Keep Harper From Falling Apart. Reward: +2 to oread fire damage.

The sound of a girl screaming breaks Scarlet out of her fugue. A flash of lilac, followed by the stomping of a dozen or so boots. Scarlet jumps out of the wheat, glaive in hand. That gets the soldiers attention. The drow girl keeps running. Scarlet cracks her neck and smirks. Alright, time for some non-lethal combat against guys with guns.

At least they go down easy. With two swipes of the flat of her glaive, two soldiers down. She kicks the rifle of another, melting the barrel. The soldier with the melted gun somehow gets a shot off without it blowing up in his hand, but the shot goes wide. Another misses, one grazes her biceps, and one lands square in her chest. Fuck, that hurt!

Scarlet HP left: 67

Scarlet whacks the two closest soldiers ****, then hits a lunging sidekick to one of the other guns. The two soldiers fire wide, then they get their unplanned naps.

Mattie crouch walks out of her patch of overgrown field, saying, “Gotta go! Reinforcements are bound to be incoming.”