Josie Date 3, Part 4: The Eye of the Tiger

Nyadia

Nyadia is resting in her cage. Lord Wombat’s scent wafting down from above her. She won her 2 fights. Now, she’s in the final with that luchtoni ****. Just as that Josephine’s slaver predicted. Her prayers have yet to be answered. If they are to be the source of my vengeance, why put up with this charade?

She feels something sitting on her head. Something soft, something fuzzy. She looks up, only to be bopped in the nose by a tiny kitty paw. A silver furred cat is looking at her upside-down.

“What madness is this?” Nyadia growls.

“Ms. E, if you feel the need to use a name. Producer. I have a quest for you, assuming you actually surrender to Ms. Wulf over there. Enjoy!”

The cat disappears, leaving behind a slip of paper. The contents, very strange. In a flowing hand using Elvish script, an odd statement. Nyadia’s Tournament Date Quest: Survive the Fight Long Enough to See Your Vengeance. Reward: A free level respec. What does this mean?

She sees Lord Wombat leap down from his perch above her into the arena. The final is about to begin. Her cage opens. She grabs her heavy mace, her tower shield. She follows a respectful distance behind. The sea elf slaver and her luchtoni **** approaches; they have the unmitigated gall to walk side by side. Nyadia’s ironically selected theme music plays. The vocalist starts to sing: “Rising up, back on the street / Did my time, took my chances / Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet / Just a girl and her will to survive”

The emcee announces, “What an exciting turn of events this tourney has become! When was the last time we have seen an 8th seed make it to the finals? Someone is losing their freedom for not calibrating the sensors correctly, let me tell you! Still, 8th seed Josephine is fighting 2nd seed Nyadia for the big prize! A reminder, no revives in the finals. Either the loser **** dies or is transferred to the other’s master’s ownership. If you are ready, owners, step back and enjoy the show up close.”

Lord Wombat steps aside and sits on his throne. The sea elf slaver stands just behind the edge of the field of play. The luchtoni takes her position, glowing blood red like she had during the previous two fights. The song continues as the emcee shouts, “Begin!”

“So many times it happens too fast / You trade your passion for glory / Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past / You must fight just to keep them alive”

Nyadia charges, swinging her heavy mace down to where the aggressive luchtoni’s head should be, only to watch as the **** slows down to barely avoid the swing. As Nyadia brings the mace up to catch the luchtoni on the chin as a follow-up, the **** twists, sidestepping the swing, then grabs onto her arm around the tower shield. Nyadia watches in horror as the luchtoni **** squeezes the shield and it starts to crumble.

“It's the eye of the tiger / It's the thrill of the fight / Rising up to the challenge of our rival”

Nyadia resists being dragged, desperately trying to let go of her shield, which feels stuck to her arm. The luchtoni is stronger. A lot stronger. Nyadia growls out in Sylvan, the only language she knows that the Abyssal and Elven speaking ultraviolions don’t, “<What are you doing? Let me go, you brute!>”

The luchtoni flirts back, “<Taking you to your new Mistress. Isn’t she all hot over there, waiting to grant you your vengeance. And all you have to do is say you want to fuck her!>”

“And the last known survivor / Stalks her prey in the night / And she's watching us all with the eye of the tiger!”

“<What kind of seduction attempt is that, ****?>” Nyadia growls, already feeling her tiger’s den start to drool. She tries to slam her mace into the dragging luchtoni’s back, only for her to anticipate it and slip behind the lazzorkat. Nyadia feels the luchtoni’s arms pinning her upper arms into her primary breasts, wolf fingers on her uppermost nipples.

“<The honest kind. Now, you wanna fuck her or do you want to still be owned by Mr. Purple-Spunk over there?>”

“<Fine. I want to fuck her! Happy!> I surrender!”

Josie: +5 VP (Expanded the Harem [Pack Tactics])

Nyadia: Initial Transformations Pending Upon End of Combat Scenario

The music stops. Lord Wombat stands up, growling, “WHAT! You barely even tried, you worthless kitten! You!” He stops to point at Nyadia’s new slaver owner. “I demand you hand my property back right now!”

Her new slaver owner draws that Argent Dancer blessed blade, cracking her neck. “Nope.” Then, she shouts up, “Bonus fight! My 2 lovely ladies and myself versus that poor loser. Hey, band! Hit it!”

The band, ever the professionals, start the song with the second verse: “Face to face, out in the heat / Hanging tough, staying hungry / They stack the odds still we take to the street / For the kill with the skill to survive”

One moment, the slaver is standing behind them. A blink of the eye, and she is behind the raging ultraviolion, shining in silver moonlight, thunderous energy surrounding her blade, slashing into Lord Wombat’s flank. The hit looked painful. As in, smite Nyadia in one hit painful. The slaver follows up, slamming her shoulder into Lord Wombat’s side as she slashes again, silver radiance bursting from the blade as it slices into him. He is launched to the side, energy bursting from the wound, screaming like a mewling lion cub caught in a tiger’s jaw.

“It's the eye of the tiger / It's the thrill of the fight / Rising up to the challenge of our rival”

“You ungrateful bitch! I allow you into my tournament and you have the audacity to attack ME?” the ultraviolion growls, coughing up glowing purple blood. “Take this!” He starts rubbing his spiny penis, launching a torrent of cum, hitting all three of them. They were not expecting that, but Nyadia was. She resists, like she always does. It still hits like several heavy maces to the gut; she coughs out a little blood, but she endures.

“And the last known survivor / Stalks her prey in the night / And she's watching us all with the eye of the tiger!”

Then, the luchtoni shows how much she was sandbagging. She bounds up. The first slash of her claws seems to infect Lord Wombat with... something. The ultraviolion falls unto his knees, mindlessly stroking himself. The second slash doesn’t do much, but the third? The one that causes her tat and collar to pulse? That third slash splits him open from his turgid cock, up his abdomen, through his sternum, then splits the lion’s skull in twain.

“Rising up, straight to the top / Had the guts, got the glory / Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop / Just a girl and her will to survive”

The crowd is silent for a moment, absorbing the fact that the two newcomers slew the lord of the ultraviolions in a single round of combat. Then, panic starts to set in. The crowd runs for the exits. The nearby ultraviolions look stunned, paralyzed with the decision to run or avenge their very dead leader. The band still plays: “It's the eye of the tiger / It's the thrill of the fight / Rising up to the challenge of our rival / And the last known survivor / Stalks her prey in the night / And she's watching us all with the eye of the tiger!”

Party: XP reward pending on Harper date quest completion

“By the Argent Dancer’s luminous locks, what did you two do?”

The slaver removes a bracelet, revealing that she was only wearing a ring and some silvery boots to everyone in the stadium, save Nyadia. “Josie, you can take the anklet off. If you need to see Josie’s or my statistics, you may, then I want the two of you to round up every **** in the arena. I am getting them safe.”

The **** removes the iron anklet, then shoves it into her inventory. Nyadia goes to touch the luchtoni’s forehead. The results are surprising.

“Level 18? You are Level 18? That’s... that’s impossible! Ioun would never allow a mortal from a good aligned race to get to Level 18?”

“Talk to the old lady, once she gets us wherever she thinks she’s gonna get us. For now, let’s go do what she says, hey?”

Aelene

Aelene leads Glitterdust to the Team Elf dorm room, absolutely terrified about what they are about to do. The “regular sized” vorpal scimitar’s dildo mode was scary enough. How ridiculous is the enlarged sized dildo going to be?

The trying to be good zemeitsa does not look scared at all. “Sooo, does this make you MY sex bud, Aelene?”

Aelene blinks, momentarily stunned by the concept. Glitterdust looks a little disappointed. “But, I’M doing a nice sex thing for you. Does that not make you MY sex bud?”

“You are my harem-sister, good zemeitsa. That is more important than being a ‘sex bud’.”

“But, I haven’t had a sex bud abandon ME like MY sister Mindtaker.”

Aelene puts a hand on Glitterdust’s shoulder. “We won’t abandon you, good zemeitsa. We are all in this together. And I am proud that you are trying to improve yourself. I am sorry that I am looking for more than sex.”

Glitterdust, to her credit, does nod along, saying, “You are also looking for stat improvements.”

Aelene rolls her eyes. “Yes, I will admit to that. But, I was referring to wanting love. Like I have with Lady Harper and Lady Skye.”

“Oh. Am I even able to be loved? No one has loved ME before, that I know of.”

Aelene sits on the bed, her double-bladed scimitar in hand. Of what she knows of dragons, the zemeitsa speaks true. Metallic dragons find love occasionally, but the others are often too self-centered or evil. “I’m sure that Lady Harper will love you, in time. If she can fall in love with me, she can fall for anybody.” She enlarges the scimitar for the first time. Quite heavy, this is. Switching to the sex toy mode, it becomes two dildos about the size and shape of her thigh.

Glitterdust inserts her end like a champ. It’s as if her dragon’s lair stretches out to easily swallow the thick shaft. “Thank you for trying to cheer ME up, Aelene. I appreciate it.”

Aelene scoots back on the bed and spreads her legs. This is hopefully going to go well. “Thank you, good zemeitsa Glitterdust, for helping me.”

Aelene: Vorpal Double-bladed Scimitar of Flexible Size Level Up!

Harper

It took some doing, but an hour later and quite a crowd of (soon-to-be former) slaves, mostly hoppalongs, is standing in the arena, murmuring. More are coming in from outside the arena as news of Lord Wombat’s fall spreads through the city. Harper patiently waits. She wants to save as many as she can.

The few lazzorkats seems to be standing on the side. Harper approaches Nyadia. “This all of your people?”

“All that are left from our hunting grounds. There were other hunting grounds, I do not know if those still are free.”

Harper nods, a little misty eyed. “Are you okay?”

“I might be. I felt... something when I surrendered. I imagine you can explain it to me, slaver.”

“In a bit, Nyadia. How much longer should we wait? I don’t want to leave any behind.”

It took 15 more minutes until the last few stragglers made it to the arena. No others come for another 15 minutes. So, Harper decides the time has come. Last time they made this trip, they needed borrowed power from a scroll. This time? Harper can do this under her own power. She casts Gate, targeting the little village in Svartalfheim that they dropped Skye’s people off, shouting “Eilistraee!”

Nyadia makes a move, mace in hand. She growls in righteous indignation, “How dare you speak Her name, slaver! I do not care what your level is, you do not speak Her name.”

Then, the goddess pokes her head through the portal, her hair draping down to the almost the bloody sand of the arena. “Oh, hey cousin. Brought me some more strays? Well, welcome to freedom ladies and gentlemen. Come on in.”

As the crowd tentatively enters the portal, the goddess approaches Harper and Nyadia. “Well, well, cousin, I’m glad you met my servant Nyadia. How’s my favorite blue furred kitty here?”

“I am the only blue furred lazzorkat here.”

Eilistraee declares completely deadpan, “Doesn’t change my question, Nyadia.”

Nyadia just glares. Josie bounds up. “Oh, look who’s here. You going to prank my girlfriend again, skank?”

The goddess just boops Josie’s nose, then ignores the question, “Well, cousin, I suppose you want a room for the night? You have some show business to do. Come on. The last of them are now safe. Shall we?”

The trio follow the goddess into the dark forest of Svartalfheim, two angry, two head held high.

Josie: +1 XP (Killed 1 Level 4 Monster, x0.222 penalty [over-leveled], x2 bonus [quest reward], rounded-down)

Josie: +82 XP (Killed 1 Level 24 Monster, x1.708 bonus [underleveled], x2 bonus [quest reward])

Harper: +82 XP (Killed 1 Level 24 Monster, x1.708 bonus [underleveled], x2 bonus [quest reward])

Nyadia: +82 XP (Killed 1 Level 24 Monster, x1.708 bonus [underleveled], x2 bonus [quest reward])

Tina

Tina follows Honey outside of the hotel and onto a lovely little section of the beach. The breeze off of the ocean fills the air with the smell of salt and the sun feels warm on their skin. Honey’s wings buzz, blending in with the sound of the surf quite nicely. Ahh, it’s nice out here!

“So, what are we doing out here, cutie?”

“As I already indicated, Ms. Campbell, I need to edge in order to enhance my druidic focus. It requires some preparation.”

“Oooh! I remember edging to level a thing! That was pretty fun. Ah, what preparation?”

“I need to expend the item’s charges first. Every time I use a charge, the item will get larger.”

Tina blushes a little, “So, your butt is going to get stretched full, then you gotta play with it for an hour?”

Honey’s antennae twitch. “My cloaca is more complicated than just ‘my butt,’ but, essentially that is a correct summation of today’s activity.”

“You know, Daphne keeps saying that word and I still don’t know what it means.”

Before Honey answers, she casts a spell Tina is quite familiar with, but it looks strange. A Dust Devil forms on the surf, but it’s green. Not the pretty green of the palm fronds or Harper’s hair. The green of rotting pus. Eww! Honey moans out, “This volume increase is tantalizing.”

“Glad you enjoy it, I guess? What’s a cloaca?”

While Honey gets used to the feeling of fullness, she explains cloacae. Tina doesn’t understand all the big words Honey uses, but she gets the gist. It’s a butt and a pee place and a pussy all in one. It kind of grosses Tina out, now that she thinks about it.

The scent of something sweet wafts in the air and the buzzing of Honey’s wings get louder as she keeps recasting the spell once it fades. The gem on the pommel of the cloaca plug glow with every cast. Tina is starting to get a little horny, or at least hornier; she seems to be pretty ready to hop into sexy times at any time.

Once the last charge is spent, Honey’s wings are beating like crazy and she seems to be drooling honey out of her new cootchie. “Now, Ms. Campbell, how do I edge? And may I relieve your arousal? It is distracting.”

Tina sits on her butt to talk Honey through on how to edge as the wasp-girl crawls into Tina’s bunny hutch, a lower arm already reaching down to start playing with the pommel of the plug wedged in the far end of her curled abdomen. Honey listens, teasingly moving the toy around. Then Tina starts to see stars as Honey’s super weird (yet super amazing) tongue thing plunges and sucks into the bonny bunny. It feels like a much bigger sex toy more than Josie’s tongue, but the suction more than makes up for it. It feels soooo good!

Tina struggles to help direct Honey on how to edge with the wasp-girl’s ministrations on Tina’s bunny hutch, but she manages. Honey gets more and more frantic, her antennae twitching more vigorously, the longer she goes. Her brain goes blank for a bit here and there. Eventually, everything stops and Honey slumps down on her wasp tummy.

Honey: Cloaca Plug of Contamination Level Up!

Tina: +2 VP (Another Slut Brought her to Orgasm [Lick Lower Lips to Leaking])

“Five down, another dozen or so to do.” Tina gasps, feeling amazingly exhausted.

“Actually, Ms. Campbell, you orgasmed seven times in our interaction.”

Tina starts to giggle. Wow. I can’t believe I lost count. So embarrassing. Glad that hasn’t happened before.