Craig Date 1, Part 2: Ghost and Gobblin'

Craig

Craig crushed the first game. He was bowling slightly better than he used to. He’d have to work on his form, but he could see a future as a professional bowler, if they would let him in as some dog-like freak.

They are now sitting in the bowling alley concession stand eating area, munching down on authentically bad pizza and the kind of cheap beer he’d expect to pay too much for at a normal alley. She’s nursing her first beer while he’s on his third. Everything tastes so good, way better than it should. The one-step-below-grocery-store frozen pizza tastes like literally the best pizza he’s ever had. The beer like ambrosia. The same thing happened at lunch; everything tasted so good that he had to **** himself to stop eating. If he was some carpet munching dyke, he’d be curious how cunt would taste like this.

Mona: Daily task bonus objective failed! Cheated on diet during her date.

“Hey, short stuff, drink up. It’s good for you!”

“Sorry, but I’m not much of a drinker. My parents pour over my grocery orders and would yell at me for putting **** in it, even though I can legally buy it in Canada. You know how Americans are about drinking.”

Poor sods, having to be “net contributors” before they get to be legal adults. Then Craig starts to process the rest of the statement. The chubby Asian chick was reliant on her parents for money. It makes a certain amount of sense that she doesn’t drink. Which means she’s both likely a lightweight and not one for beer. She’d want something girlier. He gets up and return with a wine cooler.

“Ever had one of these before?”

“Ooooh, it’s pink! I’ll give it a try!” Mona takes the Jamaica Me Happy and takes a big swig. The fatty smiles, then takes another sip. That’s better.

Craig engages in casual conversation while eating a slice of pizza, paying just enough attention to ask the right questions to keep it going. He’s mostly listening for her to start slurring her words. As much as he wants to keep drinking, he stops himself at four beers; he doesn’t want his chance to fuck her wasted on whiskey dick. He still eats more than his fair share of the concession stand pizza. It just tastes so good.

Still, he does learn some things. Before being kidnapped by the show, Mona hasn’t left her apartment in three months. She hasn’t had a face to face conversation with anyone in even longer. Her entire social life has been done over voice chat since she dropped out of college. He may not have needed to get her drinking to fake his apology; she may have bought it purely because her social cues have atrophied enough. Still, lowering her inhibitions wouldn’t hurt his plan. Honestly, this isn’t all that much different than trying to pick up a chick at the bar during last call. Sure, all the good looking ones are already screwing somewhere, but, between poor self-esteem and drunkenness, even a cripple can score with a four at closing time.

“So, now that I got a chance to know you a little bit better, short stuff, I am sorry about the whole thing last night. You’re actually really cool.”

“Really?” Mona slurs with a slight hiccup.

“Really.”

“That’s… that’s cool. Thanks, sexy doggy man. Heh. Doggy is a funny word. Kinda rhymes with Dougie.”

Yup. She’s sufficiently drunk now.

“Ready to go upstairs?”

“One more game! I wanna win!”

Craig sighs, then walks over to the lane. “Sure thing, short stuff.” I guess I could get her drunker?

Andromeda

Andromeda is nervously standing at the entrance of the throne room, waiting for Tessa to come down. This feels different than when she left the Hotel this morning. Then, it was a trip to a gym, made a little uncomfortable by the townsfolk ogling Mona. Now, she’s about to do something she never dreamed of doing before. Maybe Tessa will change her mind?

The former teacher looks almost as nervous as she does when she arrives. “Ready?” she asks, sounding like she isn’t quite sure herself.

“As I am going to be,” Andromeda responds.

The two wander the halls of the castle, looking for a reasonably quiet little nook. The occasional guard or servant gives them knowing looks. Andromeda feels the blush on her face; she sees the one on Tessa’s. Are we really going to do this?

They finally find a little alcove in a hallway where it feels private enough. A small loveseat sits along the wall, with an end table. The seat faces a portrait of some elven woman with bronze skin and copper hair, subtly flexing her arms while posing in an only slightly scandalous looking dress. It smells faintly of sex. Perhaps it’s often used for this purpose?

Andromeda sits on the loveseat. Tessa stands. The teacher starts with a few considerations, “So, how intense are you wanting this lesson? Shall we just talk or shall I demonstrate with you? And, I know it might be awkward, but do you mind if I take off my dress for this? Clothes are so uncomfortable.”

Andromeda is tempted by the offer for the sea elf to teach her in her nudity. She knows she would never have been so amorous before. Perhaps Mona activated my ability to be aroused with the app? A bit of a blessing that would be, considering...

“You may undress if you like,” Andromeda hopes she doesn’t sound too desirous. The teacher pops her dress back into her inventory. Notifications fire. The two, understanding the game, check their phones.

Tessa: +1 XP (Present Crotch to Another Contestant [Andromeda])

Tessa: +2 XP (Present Full Frontal Nudity to Another Contestant [Andromeda])

“No credit for baring my breasts again. I suppose there is a one time per contestant per action rule, given your name is specified?”

“That makes some logical sense. Can’t have us just repeat the same actions to **** the system, if we are to be entertaining for the audience. They’d want us to escalate.”

Tessa pushes back a little, “Then why the dailies? Aren’t they repetitive?”

“One, we don’t know if the dailies will cycle tomorrow yet. And, even if they don’t, mine would require escalation. We are trying this in relative private now, but, if I want the weekly, I will have to do it much more publicly. You are in a similar situation. To get your best chance at your weekly, you would need to either teach a variety of things or get me good enough at this to impress Mona.”

The two sit on that for a moment. A certain bunny-girl maid sashays over as they stew.

“Hi, new friend! Hi, Auntie! Ooooh, working on something? Can I watch? Or, ooh, can I help?”

Bella is certainly enthusiastic, I will give her that. Andromeda almost objects, but Tessa speaks first, “If you would like to help, can you watch the hall? For Andromeda’s first time, she’d like a bit of privacy.”

Bella pouts, but turns around. A slight buzzing sound can be heard from her direction. Andromeda tries her best to ignore it. Tessa getting down to a squat helps.

With a heavy slam, Tessa gives her first bit of instruction, “First, make sure the dildo is secured to the ground. You don’t want it slipping once you get started. You never answered if you want me to demonstrate.”

Andromeda gulps. On the one hand, she wants to watch her teacher use the dildo on herself. On the other, she is too ashamed to admit it. On the third hand, the action would give her more points, for good and ill. The (future) arcanist android secures her dildo, freshly washed in the canteen sink (as the packaging recommended), to the wood floor behind a rug while she thinks.

“Too much? I don’t want to make you more uncomfortable than I have to, Andromeda. I can just talk you through it. Next, take the lube and apply it to both your toy and yourself. Have you masturbated before?”

Andromeda somehow blushes deeper as she takes a dab of lube and rubs it along her entrance from under her skirt. It feels electric, the first thing she felt since being transformed this morning. She keeps her panties pulled aside. Andromeda answers, gasping slightly from the stimulation, as she lubes up the toy, “A little, not a lot. It felt good, but nothing I felt that I needed before. And nothing like this.”

The teacher blushes again. “Okay. So, I would recommend you warm yourself up with some fingers. You want to stretch yourself out a little to take that inside you.”

Andromeda nearly cums from slipping a finger inside her. Her muted sense of touch is dangerous. The gamer girl moans, loud enough to reverberate slightly. It sounds a bit like some compression cutting in to prevent screeching through an amplifier. Bella’s moans are not subtle either.

“I think I am warmed up.”

“Okay, hover over the toy in a squat. Align it and lower yourself carefully.”

The sensation of the toy at her entrance almost brings Andromeda to orgasm. The world turns to literal static by the time the toy is halfway in. She hitches up as her brain reboots.

Andromeda: +2 XP (Masturbate for Another Contestant [Tessa])

Andromeda: Daily tasks complete! Bunny Bounce to Orgasm in Public +10 BP

Tessa: Daily task bonus objective reached! Reward pending completion of primary task!

Bella, back still facing them, is whooping and whistling while clapping. “Good job, new friend Andromeda!”

Tessa is a little disappointed. “Looks like the lesson isn’t done yet. Can you handle this?”

Andromeda is quickly approaching the edge again. The relative lack of other sensations is making this unbearably good! “I can try.”

The result is a mess. Andromeda can barely get half a stroke before she cums again. And again. And again. She loses count as her brain glitches and stutters from the feel of the toy rubbing inside her, the squeak of silicon sliding across latex. It’s too much!

Andromeda’s body goes into **** stand-by mode to prevent overheating, warning blaring in her mind. Even locked into place, the gamer girl is aware of her surroundings. Bella scampers to fetch one of her moms to carry Andromeda to bed. Tessa tries to check on her; Andromeda cannot respond, but wishes she could. Good to know, she muses, better to find out now than with Mona. She’d freak out so much if this happened for the first time with her.

Andromeda: Failed – Bunny Bounce Lesson

Andromeda: +4 XP (5x Orgasm Combo for a Sexual Act with Another Contestant [Tessa], x4 bonus [first time both contestants])

Andromeda: +8 XP (10x Orgasm Combo for a Sexual Act with Another Contestant [Tessa], x4 bonus [first time both contestants])

Tessa: +1 XP (Gave JOI to Another Contestant [Andromeda])

She doesn’t feel the sensation of being lifted by Josie, nor of being flung across the wolf-girl’s shoulders. She does hear her grumbling about having to lug a robot girl up several flights of stares. She stares back at the giant puddle she left; Bella already starting to mop it up. Wow. That is something. I’m going to need to work on my endurance.

Tyalangan

Tyalangan is resting her back on the headboard of her bed, one hand scrolling through the cameras on set via her tablet, the other gently stroking the hair of her beloved mermaid as Daphne laps at her lower lips. This is, of course, a little pre-game action. Scarlet and Alex are needed over in the family worship glen for Caomihe’s training session (which looks to be going reasonably well). They will get to the nightly group adult fun once her oread and valkyrie return.

Despite the fun, she has one eye on the date at all times. Mona should cut back on the drinking; the Mistress getting drunk does not particularly bode well, particularly considering Craig is her date tonight. Hopefully, I don’t have to bail her out. Gaia is feeding and watering her fly traps, cooing over them as if they were babies. Tegan is learning a bit of a lesson about equipment durability. Tyalangan directs some additional cameras towards the dildo riding lesson happening in the castle proper. At least we will have one decent “sexy times” scene on Day One.

The Host takes a break from the show supervision for a moment to stare into her mermaid’s big beautiful aqua eyes. Daphne winks and licks harder, the rapscallion. Tyalangan leans back and enjoys the sensation.

Then, the security system fires off a warning. Unauthorized entry into the set. Daphne stops licking (and starts pouting) as the Host gets dressed for war.

“Beloved, it’s probably just a member of castle staff forgetting something in the kitchens or something,” her mermaid whines.

“And if it’s something actually serious? Remember how The Knave of Hearts responded after we dealt with that Mortimer bastard?”

That was a messy situation we found ourselves facing. Playing 52 Card Pickup with actual assassin sentient playing cards was interesting. Daphne grabs the tablet and is scanning.

“Beloved, you had to jinx it, didn’t you? Single undead target. Moving towards us. Way too fast to be really affected by your wards.”

“It’s been a while since I had a decent scuffle. Where?”

“Harem Living Room.”

“Wanna help?”

“Nah. Keep the earpiece in if it’s too much for a Host-empowered quasi-deity to handle on her own.”

One good luck smooch later, and the sea elf teleports down to the living room. Floating there, confused by Tina’s suggestion (emanating through the TV) of subscribing to her Insta-Thot channel and watching her videos, is a little blue ghost. It looks a little bit like a cuter version of that Host Jocelyn? Huh.

A cast of Sunbeam held in one hand, her blade drawn in the other, the sea elf approaches the harmless looking intruder. Appearances can always be deceiving.

“Can I help you?”

“Hi!” The ghost replies in a clipped manner. It gives a wondrous stare at the sea elf.

Tyalangan eases slightly, blushing as she feels a little embarrassed by her lack of hospitality. She tries to confront the ghost in a less hostile manner, “Ah, hello? Who are you and what are you doing in my castle?”

“Lyn! Mail!”

The ghost floats over to hand Tyalangan an envelope. The elf dismisses the held spell; she’s pretty sure she’d be able to strike the ghost down before she could do anything on the off chance that she needed to. Using her sword as a letter opener, she unfurls the message:

Dear Tyalangan,

How thoughtful of you to dedicate so much time and energy to analyzing my debut performance. I must say, it is reassuring to know my show has already inspired academic critique.

You speak of categories, reputations, and cautionary tales as though the stage were a ledger to be balanced and not, in fact, a performance to be commanded. I appreciate the concern, but I assure you – I am neither interested in inheriting another host’s legacy nor avoiding it. I intend to create my own. And as for my contestants, they are quite resilient, I promise you. The game tests them, as it must, and I would hardly be doing them a kindness by cushioning every fall. Growth rarely occurs in comfort, after all.

Your suggestions regarding accommodations have been noted. Whether they are acted upon will depend on what makes the better show, which, ultimately, is what all of this exists for.

Now, regarding your gift: it’s certainly inventive, I'm sure it will find its use at some point.

I wish you luck in your own future endeavors on this side of the curtain.

—Jocelyn

Well, good news: Jocelyn is at least polite enough to write back. Bad news: total theater kid vibes. The theater kids rarely survive for very long in the Host seat. Tyalangan waves her hand, and her TV tunes into the ghost host reading correspondence. Then she regrets it. Rude little thing. I was legitimately trying to provide some advice as someone who gave an evil Host some proper comeuppance and she can’t even bother to get the pronouns right? And isn’t half the point of these letters cross-promotion?

She looks up at the floating ghost, patiently waiting. “Thank you, Lyn, for the letter. I appreciate it. I suppose you have earned a tip. Here.”

Pulling a small coin purse full of gold coins from the Royal Mint, Tyalangan considers how much the letter delivery is worth, shrugs, and hands the whole purse over. While the Host felt a little odd about her face and fanny being minted onto the official currency of her Queendom, she has gotten used to it. She also hands the ghost a stuffed plushy of herself in her Host outfit. The way the cutie’s eyes light up touches the sea elf’s heart; it reminds her of giving a present to one of her daughters. Patting the ghost on the hat, she wishes her well. Opening a Gate to the closest bit of Backstage Tyalangan can think of to the Ghost Hunter set, the ghost floats away. At least Lyn is cute.

Daphne is on the ear piece, warning, “You done, Beloved? You’re needed in the Mistress Suite.”

Tyalangan sighs. Time to get to work again.