Skye Date 3, Part 4: Two Towers

Harper

From what Mattie explained, Harper came up with a plan. The anti-magic tech generates an electromagnetic field that oscillates in a frequency that interferes with the weave manipulation necessary for spell formation. Spikes in the field can be seen with EMF equipment when spells are cast, allowing troops to pinpoint casters in the field with relative ease. The equipment can be set up to cover a wide area (like now) or a much smaller area with a more potent energy level. The more potent the field, the lower level spells are blocked. Of course, if the field is cranked up too much, it will start to interfere with regular electronic equipment. In fact, if the field is cranked up high enough, they can actually fry the field generation tower, even with it’s EMF shielding. So, at the power level the 3 towers are operating, the Gate spell scroll will fizzle anywhere on community property, but, with enough effort, the spells Harper can cast will still fire off.

The plan is set, and Harper has started her part of the operation. She had Vix climb up a tree that overlooks the Reaper Division forward operating base. Harper is borrowing Vix’s senses at the moment. Mrs. McGillicutty’s overgrown strawberry patch serves as a spot close enough to the base to allow the plan to work, with decent tree coverage nearby to handle some eventual fallout.

They saw the risk when Harper ritually cast Telepathic Bond. A patrol arrived shortly after the spell was cast. The party knocked them out quickly enough, but, knowing that magic use will attract attention, they split up. Harper and Scarlet retreated near the treeline. Mattie and Skye were to take a jaunt to get to the far end of the base. Telepathically reaching out, Harper asks, “Mattie, Skye, you two in position?”

“Yup, Sarge. You starting?”

“Casting now.”

Harper pops out of her familiar and starts to cast one of her new spells, upcast to 6th Level. A large spectral amethyst dragon hovers as close to the base as Harper can manage from her position. With a shout, Harper orders, “Fly to the base over there. There are 3 large towers. You are to attack the 2 closest to us. Avoid killing the troops there, but they will be hostile. When the targets are down, you are to serve as a distraction for the rest of us, who are extracting something from the third tower. Understood?”

Harper: 48 SP left

With a nod, the spirit takes off.

“You took that spell before Josie picked up Glitter, right?” Scarlet mentally projects. Her role is to provide protection for Harper.

As the two head towards the first retreat point, Harper telepathically answers back, “Yup. Not sure which situation would inflate her ego more, so let’s avoid mentioning this, eh?” Scarlet giggles a little. They plotted three or four of these, depending on how many times Harper will need to cast that spell. Settling in to her cover, she takes her overwatch position inside of her familiar’s senses. Another patrol is heading toward the strawberry patch. Hopefully, they don’t find us. And the forward wall is panicking at the sight of a 10 foot long flying lizard heading their way at quite a fast speed. The shouts are a little muddled due to the distance between Vix and the crowd, but Harper swears she hears them shout, “Is that a fucking dragon!?!?!?!?” Harper chuckles. A few fire some rounds at the spirit, only for their rounds to bounce harmlessly off. Gonna take more than a rifle to take that down, guys.

The spirit flies over to the nearest tower. With three rending tears with it’s teeth, followed up by a point blank **** breath blast, the tower launches several feet off of the M-35 cargo truck it was attached to. One down, two to go.

Daphne

There was a weird page in her binder (specialty ammo) and Daphne was curious enough to try it out. So, she’s riding a dildo that pumps out little round metal balls into these little metal cylinders after the mermaid adds some gunpowder in the right spot. The resulting shells look like they could fit in Mattie’s gun, so hopefully they work.

Daphne isn’t working too hard tonight. Just hard enough to maybe sell some ammo to the soldier girl tomorrow. She has a date with Tina that she’s looking forward to and wants to be able to walk over there without help. She has cum only twice with maybe 5 more minutes to go.

Speaking of the bunny-girl... Daphne sees Tina pop into the shop, some wine coolers in hand. “Hey, Daph! Ready for our date?”

“Maybe? We going to the beach? Or dancing?”

“I thought we’d drink wine coolers and have you tie me up to the recovery room bondage stuff again?”

Daphne laughs. “Really, that the best you came up with?”

Tina’s ears droop and she starts to pout, “Sorry, I had all of an hour to plan a date and I’m not good at it.”

Shift over, the equipment disappears and Daphne has maybe a box and a half worth of these shells made. Legs a little wobbly, she scoops up the ammo and sticks it behind the counter. She stumbles into Tina’s arms. “Sorry, legs always seem to be jelly after my shift. Wanna hit the tavern, get some dinner, then maybe we come back here for some tied-up Tina time?”

Tina bonks her head on the ceiling. Both women are giggling as they work though some soreness (one between her weird human legs, the other on her noggin) as they walk to the Suckling Swine. Something low-key is fine.

Skye

“Casting now.” Harper mentally projects.

“That’s our cue, Mrs. Skye.”

Oh, yes. The plan was to allow the rogues to infiltrate the far end of the base, using some magic to help blend in. Harper’s much more powerful spell should allow their lower tier spells to go unnoticed. Ms. Mattie pulls out her blasphemous revolver, spins the barrel, and shoots herself in the face. What in Avernus’ fiery rivers? Then, Mattie disappears.

Mattie: 8 SP left

“Focus, Mrs. Skye. Your disguise?”

Oh, right. With her free cast of Disguise Self, Skye takes the form of an unsupervised male in an indecent army uniform. She hopes it is right; she had to rely on Ms. Mattie to describe the uniform to her. The sudden sounds of rifle fire at the other end of the base is their cue. They creep forward. Only to be immediately stopped.

“Hey, soldier, where is your rifle! We have incoming!”

Oh, drat, I knew I forgot something!

“Uh, I left it in my bunk?”

“Well, fucking go get it! Now!”

“Sir, yes, sir!” And Skye rushes ahead. The soldier mutters, “Idiot better die instead of me.”

Now, where did Ms. Mattie go?

Mattie

Mrs. Skye is not meant for social espionage. Mattie sits, invisibility time ticking down and being edged so well by her catsuit, as a dozen or so men stand between her and the M-35 she needs to infiltrate. Skye was supposed to slip in unnoticed, then distract any guards with some bullshit so Mattie can pop into the truck and do what needs done. And, of course, she was immediately caught. Now, she needs to figure out a way to distract the guards without dropping her invisibility.

Now, that’s a terrible idea. Let’s do it. Mattie sneaks over to tinker with the nearest soldier’s pants. Good news, her plan works perfectly, as the smell of an especially foul crap starts to emanate from the poor guy. Bad news, the suit suddenly brings her to orgasm. She stifles her moan as she feels the suit peel itself off of her, landing in a bunch underneath the smelly bastard she’s behind. She desperately paws at the suit, trying to at least get it back in her inventory, only to completely lose her cool.

“Jethro, did you crap yourself again? Hey, there’s a naked girl behind you!”

Not bothering to be sly anymore, she shoves the suit in her inventory and starts to run. She starts to telepathically scream, “New plan, Mrs. Skye! I distract, you just get the diamond! Fuck!” Her gun generates a shield as three bullets graze her naked form.

Mattie: 57 HP left, 7 SP left

Josie

I could do this for hours!

Josie already felt her book’s effect wash over her a few orgasms ago. She’s just giving herself a stamina check. Yeah, a stamina check. So, she’s annoyed by a knock on her dorm door. Still rubbing her clit, she opens the door to see the bug.

“May I come in? I have some questions.”

Does the bug not understand what I’m doing? Just brush her off. “Sorry, busy.”

The bug’s antennae twitch and wobble in the air. “Oh, I’m sorry. You seem to be extruding sex pheromones. Should I find you your mate?”

Huh? “Tina’s on a date with the Fish. She’ll be back when she’s done and I’ll rock her world then. If you don’t mind...”

“You did not wish to mate with Ms. O’Connor? One would think you would have mentioned her first.”

The bug’s antennae keep twitching. Her eyes are a little unnerving, how they stare. “Ah, yeah, the old lady? I’ve been trying to find the right approach, I guess. And, anyways, she’s on whatever kooky date Skye came up with.”

“My apologies. I lack certain social niceties. My species is solitary by nature and interactions with others sometimes confuse me. Have I interrupted your pheromone distribution to the point where you can answer some more questions?”

“Fine,” Josie relents, offering the bug to enter, “you’ve ruined the mood. Come in. I’ll answer your questions.”

The bug walks in and stands in a spot by the chair. Josie asks, “Would you like to sit?”

“The chair in here is not accommodating to my abdomen. I do not mind standing.”

She was sitting in the chair upstairs “side saddle”. Guess the overstuffed chair wouldn’t work? “You can lay on the bed with me, assuming you don’t make it too weird.”

The bug awkwardly lays on her side, propping up her head with her top arm. “First question. How does one develop romantic interest?”

“What kind of dumb question is that?”

“Again, members of my species are solitary by nature. When we first reach adulthood, we mate once, the females filling their spermatheca, the males dying soon thereafter. The females then typically hunt spider monsters to paralyze and lay our eggs onto. Romance is a foreign concept to me. So, how does one develop romantic interest?”

“How did you get to be a lawyer?”

“After eating my way out of a drider, I spent 6 months studying for the LSAT and scored well enough to get into an accelerated program. Then 2 years in law school and another 3 months studying for the bar. I passed it on my third birthday. Then about a year and a half as a junior entertainment lawyer. This is the first case I’ve be given on my own. It will also likely be my last.”

“Wow, have you done any living in all of that?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t know. Kiss a girl? Watch a sunset? Pet a dog? Do something other than work and school?”

“I helped pay for law school by working as a spider exterminator. Does that count?”

“No.”

“Oh.” The bug’s antennae twitch, then droop.

“One more question before I even try to answer. Why?”

Scarlet

The telepathic conversation continues. “The patrol found our trail. Be ready to pop out of Vix and move, Harper.”

“Gotcha. Tell me when.”

Scarlet sees the patrol sweeping the section of forest the first retreat point is in. Harper is still snugly huddling in between a couple of tree roots, watching her dragon spirit through Vix. Scarlet, glaive out, is heading to intercept them. Remember, no magic. Drop as many of them as you can before they can fire a shot.

She drops down right in the middle of them, landing a couple of stunning blows against the middle 2 guys. She delivers a side kick to the barrel of the gun nearest to her. The soldier apparently recognizes her, “Fuck, that fire monster from this afternoon! Ruuuun!” He takes off, only to get shot in the calf by an errant rifle round. One shot hits her. Ouch.

Scarlet: 10 ki left, 68 HP left

Two more knock outs are delivered, then a quick flurry of kicks to neutralize a couple more rifles. One soldier is somewhat smart about the melting weapon, smacking her with the ruined barrel. The other, not so much. Backfire. His face is a ruin. Shit. I promised. The third remaining guy, who must be a really bad shot, hits his running buddy again, who’s now dropped. Double shit.

Scarlet: 9 ki left

Two more wind-ups, two more hits, two more downed goons. A flurry of pleasure pulses to mend the one guy’s spaghetti sauce face. A dash to the last guy, a flurry of pleasure pulses to prevent him from bleeding out. Scarlet stops to catch her breath.

Scarlet: 7 ki left

“Coast is clear for now, love.”

Scarlet finds zip ties on the soldiers and gets to work securing them together. I wonder how long we have until we really have to run?

Harper

Good news is that the dragon spirit is still up, tearing at the second tower. Bad news is that they found the RPGs. The grazing hits actually damage the spirit and it didn’t quite get the tower down as fast. But, soon enough, the tower is down and the spirit starts to fake swoop and attract attention. She sends out the message, “My two towers are down. ETA, ladies?”