Josie Date 3, Part 5: The Final Countdown

Josie

This place is weird.

Josie is stunned by the strangeness of the situation. A forest, lit up by glowing mushrooms, in a cave? Actual little houses built inside the hollows of big trees? A bunch of naked drow, learning remedial fencing? Weird.

“Cousin, you and Nyadia have an appointment with your producer over there. I’m sure you know the way. I’ll entertain your grumpy wolf-girl for a bit.”

As Harper strides away and Nyadia follows, just as stunned as Josie feels, the annoying goddess starts to verbally jab, “well, Josie, are you ready to forgive me yet?”

Josie growls and stomps ahead. She wants to find where the trio will be spending the night. Instead of chasing after the wolf-girl, the annoying goddess seems to address the crowd of freed slaves, “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to my realm. My briny cousin and her grumpy luchtoni did the hard work to free you, now you all need to do the work to embrace your freedom. Train for your new life. Once my cousin has cleared a safe place for you all in her new home on Quendindor, you shall return to your realm. Please, find what you shall devote yourselves to by then. The others here can help, if you wish. For now, we feast to celebrate! Whooo!”

As the crowd starts to cheer and the drow start to prep an impromptu feast, one of the naked drow walks up, determined, “I saw you with my daughter’s wife. Is she still okay?”

Josie cocks an eyebrow. She’s about to ask for clarification, only for the drow to anticipate the question, “Kimiko. Skye’s birth mother.”

Now that she said that, Josie sees the resemblance. “Oh, Skye is doing fine. Harper and Aelene are taking good care of her.”

“Aelene? Who is Aelene?”

Oops.

Scarlet

The tavern is empty, save for Circe and Mattie. The rest of the tavern regulars on staff are apparently preparing for war, to avenge their fallen sisters at the hands of Beckie, should Harper fail. Circe seems grim, too.

“To think,” Mattie muses as she swirls a bottle of non-alcoholic beer in her hands, “by this time tomorrow, it’ll all be over, one way or another. Any regrets, Red?”

“Other than not giving you a diagnosis that punishes you for the nicknames, no.”

“BOO! Seriously, any regrets?”

Scarlet sighs, “Of the things I could have changed, I wish I could have helped Dinah more. I wish I could help Glitter more now.”

“Yeah. I feel a little responsible for what happened to Doc, too. If I didn’t hint that escape was possible…” Mattie pauses, taking a swig of her fake beer and making a face at it, declaring with exasperation, “People drink this stuff willingly? Still, from what you said, she’s doing alright over in Coder’s basement. Gotta count for something. And my sex bud Sparkles is trying to make things up. Give her a decade or two or three, and I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

Scarlet thinks about Mattie’s response. She watches the soldier suffer her way through the near beer. “Other than Dinah, you have regrets?”

“A bunch. Most have to do with the first season I was on. I wish my fights against those transformations did anything. I wish I could have saved the one non-asshole Matt from elimination. Most of all from over there, I wish I was the one to put a bullet in the Nogitsune bastard’s skull. I appreciate Sarge’s work in that regard, but killing the bastard myself is something I am going to be ruminating over for a long time.”

Scarlet sees the hurt and anger in Mattie’s eyes. The oread gives the soldier a side hug. “And here?”

“Wish I had more time with Sarge. I mean, our date was amazing, but it kind of sucks that I barely got to spend time with her outside of it. I also regret ordering this. I know I need to stop with the booze, but fake beer sucks.”

The two sit, mulling over their past, their future. Circe, who has been cleaning the same glass for the last 10 minutes, finally sets it down. “I’m going to miss you, doll face. This gig won’t be the same without you. But, I think I want to close up early tonight. Consider your obligation to the bar cleared.”

Scarlet and Mattie exit together. They meander to the bathhouse. Mattie sits on one of the benches and pops her catsuit in her inventory. She waggles her eyebrows as she notes, “Enough melancholy, Red. I believe someone wanted to give me a sexy massage?”

Mattie: +1 Endurance

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

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

Nyadia

Nyadia follows her new owner, her anger subsumed by the act of absorbing the beauty of this place. It’s not like home, but it is just as magical. They arrive in a clearing with a large desk made of dark wood and that silver furred cat sitting on top of it. It mews out, “Ms. O’Connor, Ms. Nekotiti, we have business.”

The slaver sits down and offers Nyadia the other chair in front of the desk. “I have been taught not to sit in front of my owner.” Nyadia replies automatically.

“Well, good thing you don’t have an owner the way you think you do. Please, sit. Ms. E, permission to break the NDA? Might help.”

The cat is on top of Nyadia’s head again, leaning down to talk, “Well, Nyadia, I will give you a choice. Your future wife over there wishes to clue you in to what’s going on beyond the minimum. You can either sign the NDA over there and I will comply with her wish, or you can remain in the dark. Choice is yours.” The cat returns to the desk and pushes a piece of paper, written in Elvish, for her to sign.

Nyadia reads. It has been a while since she was even allowed to read. The slaver just watches, curious. Strange. The rules outlined seem simple enough. Do not divulge the identity of the cat without her express permission. Meet with the cat naked. Nyadia does not even own clothes. The pen feels awkward in her hand. It has been too long since she has written, has signed her name, has even acknowledged that she has a name without risking a beating. Her signature is messy. She slips the paper back and the cat boops her nose. A tsunami of information slams into her. Her anger dissipates, mostly.

“The Hotel did this? That family friendly television show Harem Hotel freed my people, at the cost of me joining her harem? Really? That wasn’t what I was promised.”

“You were promised something unexpected, Nyadia. Would you have expected this? You were promised that you were to love one who serves Eilistraee in a unique way. Does not Ms. O’Connor fit that mold, able to call forth the goddess and not get smited?”

Nyadia growls. She hates that the cat is right. The slaver stays quiet, watching, waiting.

“I did leave one thing out. Boop.”

And the last piece falls into place. The goddess sits on her haunches before her, a somewhat **** producer. And her new owner is to serve as a Host for the goddess after establishing the harem in their new home.

“And now I know why you made me sign the paper. If this is your will, Ms. E, I will submit. What now?”

“Now, Ms. O’Connor needs to do some writing, with your input. The meeting in the morning is going to be different. The final challenge will start then and there. You will help Ms. O’Connor navigate the gauntlet of trials set before her. And then, after you all win, you will liberate Nimlith Grove from The Hunger that assaults it. After all of that, the lot of you will work to find your happiness in your new circumstances.”

The slaver, no, Harper, finally speaks, “So, Nyadia, what would you like me to change about you?”

Skye

Ms. Daphne is riding some kind of machine that is making SP restoring potions. She thinks that having a bunch of those on hand would be useful tomorrow and wants to push some last minute sales in the morning.

The afternoon was pretty good after the delve. Skye hasn’t spent all that much time alone with Ms. Daphne, so it was nice to learn about each other. Skye likes that Ms. Daphne can be serious; the drow wishes that she could be as relaxed in her own skin as Ms. Daphne usually is.

The machine disappears, Ms. Daphne’s potion stock increased. The mermaid has Skye help her put the potions into storage, then asks, “So, we are really just down to the final stretch, Skye. I know you’ve been thinking about what happens after. What’s the plan you came up with?”

Skye helps the wobbly-legged mermaid down the stairs to the recovery room. As they sit, Ms. Daphne’s head in Skye’s lap, Skye answers, “I want to do so many things, Ms. Daphne. I want to help my old community adjust to life in this new world. Have my lady love find some land for them. Help my mother plant a new vineyard. I want to maybe tend to a vineyard of my own, make Evermead with Lady Aelene, if she wants to settle into a less war-ready life. I want to feel the children I give to my lady love kicking in my womb when the time comes, which I hope is soon. You, Ms. Daphne?”

Ms. Daphne ponders for a bit, then answers maybe too soon, “Probably a less well thought out version of what you want. I need my egg sacs fertilized. I wonder how many kiddos I will be able to have? I want to be able to spend time with my Mommy, especially before the kiddos are extracted. I want to marry my Beloved and Scarlet when we can. Other than that, I will figure out something to do.”

Skye starts to stroke Ms. Daphne’s hair gently. The mermaid nuzzles into Skye’s lap, less like a lover and more like an excitable puppy. Skye wonders aloud, “What do you think the others want?”

“Easy, mostly. Josie is totally going to start a gym and be some kind of sexy, grumpy fitness influencer. Tina is going to be trying to launch a magic career, at least until she sees that her act will be much less impressive in a world where magic is commonplace. Scarlet is starting a spa. Mattie is a little trickier, but I bet my Beloved will find her something to do to stay out of trouble; spy stuff, maybe? Aelene goes back to her position, even if she isn’t on the front line as much. Glitter watches TV. And Honey does lawyer things, plus propagates her species.”

“You really think my lady love is going to let Glitterdust just watch TV?” Skye asks, still gently petting.

“Oooh, good point. Dragons are usually really good with money. Maybe Glitter will do enough to be entrusted with investing for us?”

The sound of water gushing ruins the mood as Calypso appears. The elder mermaid Host shimmies over, “Curfew is starting pretty soon. Can I get either of you anything while you get back to the dorms?”

Skye shakes her head and helps Ms. Daphne to her feet. The two walk upstairs to head to bed, feeling a little bit more like sisters than before. Daphne shouts back, “No thanks, Mommy!”

Harper

Harper and Nyadia find Josie in the same little room that Harper spent the night last time, looking a little brooding. Food is placed at the table and Harper takes a seat. The lazzorkat speaks first, “I’d like to apologize, luchtoni. I misjudged both you and our mistress. While I still don’t exactly approve of this, I should have been less antagonistic.”

“Yeah, sure. Uh, old lady? I kind of fucked up with Skye’s mom.”

That’s not good. “What happened, Josie?”

Josie doesn’t get a chance to speak. Mother Kimiko is already there, anger flashing in her eyes. “Do you know my daughter is cheating on you with some floozy?”

“It’s not cheating when we are in an open marriage, Kimiko. I thought The Lady showed you visions of the show. You would think She would approve of me letting everyone but Skye suffer? Since I have to sleep around on her to save everyone, I extend the same courtesy to them. I now have 10 women to please, to satisfy. Skye is free to pursue any of the other 9 women bound to me as she wishes. And Aelene is no floozy. She is the eldest daughter of my adoptive mother in our soon-to-be new world. Honestly, you’ll probably like her more than me, once you get to know her.”

The drow mother-in-law scowls. “Sorry, I have been watching the parts of the season I can. I see your predicament. I just expected better of my daughter.”

“She’s doing nothing wrong. I think if those two met in different circumstances, Skye would have brought Aelene home as her wife. Her singular wife. I wouldn’t have even been in the picture. And, yes, these kinds of arrangements are much more common in our new home.”

Kimiko hisses through gritted teeth, “Don’t remind me.”

“So, mother, forgive your daughter. For now, I have two women to satisfy. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Kimiko exits, rubbing the scar on her neck that Harper gave her. Harper sighs, already a little exhausted emotionally. She looks over to Josie, who seems a little bit better. The wolf-girl speaks, “Thanks, old lady, for that. Me and my big mouth.”

“It was going to come out sooner or later. This way, Kimiko has time to come to terms with it before she blows up in front of Skye. For now, Nyadia is approved as a VP source. Just need to introduce her transformations to the audience. Then, dinner and some fun?”

Nyadia looks a little nervous, honestly. “Sorry if I am not very good in bed. Despite being a sex ****, I’m still a virgin. It would have hurt my value for the arena too much.”

Harper wraps an arm around the tiger-girl and, after a moment of hesitation to ask for permission, gives her a kiss on the forehead. “It’s okay. Better than okay. You hopefully don’t have any trauma we could trigger and we can learn how best to please each other together. I don’t expect you to do more than you can handle. Safe word is “volcano.” Say that, and we pause, back up and check in. Okay?”

Josie snorts at the safe word. “Right. Volcano. Really?”

“You remember how that date went. I can think of nothing less sexy than a volcano.”

“I dunno about that, old lady. Volcanoes do spurt.”

Nyadia growls out before Harper has a chance to, “Yeah, they spurt like a dick. Belt them. Volcanoes are not sexy.”

Josie and Harper laugh, with the wolf-girl holding her hands up in surrender. Then, the display appears with Nyadia’s transformations:

From Painslut to Healslut – Nyadia was used and abused by her previous owner, suffering humiliation as an unwilling painslut. Let’s reward her for enduring. Nyadia is given a Devotee’s Censer as a new weapon. In exchange, she will become aroused by healing her allies, especially her Mistress (Paladin).

9 Lives, 9 Little Deaths – Where Harper comes from, there is an idiom about cats having nine lives. Well, Nyadia can now experience them end in a fun way. Nyadia can concentrate on up to 9 spells at once. If she concentrates on more than 1 spell at once, she temporarily loses the ability to feel sexual pleasure (temporarily gaining a +3 libido modifier). When she loses concentration on a spell, she experiences an orgasm for every spell she drops in rapid succession (Lazzorkat).

****!!! – Nyadia spent so much time raging against her circumstances that her vow shifted. Now that her vow shifted back, she will retain a bit of that old flavor. Her Nature’s Wrath channel divinity option is replaced with Vow of Vengeance: As a bonus action, Nyadia can utter a vow of vengeance, using her Channel Divinity. The creature suffers under the effects of both the bane spell and the hunter’s mark spell (Nyadia must maintain concentration) and Nyadia gains advantage on attack rolls against the creature for 1 minute (Avenging Gladiatrix).

Dinner is good, if interesting. Josie focused on raiding the meat portion of the feast. With two natural carnivore beastkin, plus Harper’s insistence of skipping carbs for dinner, they make it work. Nyadia hasn’t had real food in so long that Harper has to keep her from gorging. The tiger-girl snarls, hording an entire ham that Harper doesn’t particularly want, until the sea elf points out that she may end up throwing all of what she eats up. Soon, everyone is full and laying in bed.

“So, points?” Josie asks.

Nyadia raises an eyebrow. Harper starts to explain, only for the tiger-girl to place a paw to the sea elf’s mouth, “You should be wanting to please our mistress just because, not just for points.”

Harper speaks through the tiger paw, “Josie loves me, but she’s not great at expressing it.”

“Anyways, old lady, I want to plow you, so...” Josie pulls out a strap-on from her inventory, “seems I need to use a toy, given how your brain seems to view what it takes to get the big points. So, table top position, old lady.”

Harper rolls her eyes, but complies. “You are going to use the right hole this time, right, whipper-snapper?”

Josie bottoming out in Harper’s pussy answers that question. Josie rolls her hips, pistoning in and out. She’s a little rough. Nyadia watches, wide-eyed. “Are you okay?” Harper asks.

“Are you okay?” Nyadia asks back.

Harper grunts, “I’m fine.”

“Would you like to claim my virginity now, mistress?”

“If you want. I understand if you want to wait until we’ve gotten to know each other better. I mean...”

Nyadia pressing Harper’s face into tiger-girl crotch answers that question even before the sea elf gets it out. Blueberry pie? Nyadia tastes pretty good. Her purrs of contentment as Harper laps her tongue on tiger-girl vulva makes her heart flutter. Frankly, Nyadia is helping Harper focus on something other than the pounding Josie is giving her. Then Josie starts spanking. Harper moans into Nyadia’s tiger den. Tiger paws start to rub Harper’s ears. Harper doesn’t last very long. Neither does Nyadia. Harper collapses forward into Nyadia’s crotch, panting.

Harper: Good Vibrations Progress +1

Josie: +5 VP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [At Least She Used the Right Hole This Time], x0.5 penalty [Mistress Didn’t Enjoy It])

Josie: +2 VP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [Assplay])

When Harper returns to the land of the living, she feels gentle paws stroking her ears gently. “Thank you, mistress,” Nyadia purrs, “That was worth the wait.”

“Want another?” Josie offers.

“Little sore down there right now, whipper-snapper. Nyadia, want to ride my face? Different angle, different experience. Josie, you got me the fingers transformation; you want to finish off that transformation progress too?”

Harper lays down on her back, waiting for the others to decide. The tiger-girl tentatively kneels above Harper’s face. “Is this really alright? Are you sure, mistress?”

Harper answers by licking Nyadia along her lower lips, waggling her eyebrows. Josie sits behind the tiger-girl and Harper start to rub Josie’s wolf den. Josie leans in and starts to nibble at Nydia’s ear, groping her uppermost breasts. Her purrs reverberate in the room, vibrating Harper’s chest from above. Harper focuses on Nyadia’s tiger den, curling her tongue to finds those spots that bring Nyadia to the brink. She feels Josie clamping down on the three fingers she’s gotten into the gym wolf. Nyadia collapses into Josie first, squirting all over Harper’s face. Josie falls apart soon thereafter.

Harper: Good Vibrations Progress +1

Josie: +2 VP (Brought to Orgasm by Mistress [Good Vibrations 2])

Once they come to, Harper asks, “How was I?”

Nyadia presses her 6 breasts into Harper’s side, “Amazing. I thank you, Mistress.”

Josie presses into Harper’s side, “So-so, old lady. 7 out of 10.”

Harper kisses both of them, then starts to nuzzle into reverie. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.