Craig Date 1, Part 3: Divinity and Dickin'

Caoimhe

Caoimhe dressed in her new only somewhat skimpy outfit for dinner. She is so glad her old male form practiced wearing heels. The chunky wedge heels do not bother her too much. Sure, they are taller than old him wore, but the principle is the same. Still, the heels sit on the floor by the high-top table as her fishnet stockinged feet hover a few inches from the ground. The drow gives her feet a rub.

Skye brings Caoimhe her meal. There is something unnatural about her, about all of the staff. Their souls are much older than their bodies; the how and why elude her, but the fact is plain as day, even if the Host did not say as much in her introduction. Maybe this is me tapping into some innate elven knowledge? Still...

The meal is scrumptious, though one his old male self would gag at. Braised pack lizard with mushrooms and root vegetables. A traditional meal served in the Underdark during banquets. Growing food underground requires a bit of extra ingenuity. The lizard meat is soft and melts like butter in Caoimhe’s mouth. The mushrooms and vegetables are well seasoned, too. Caoimhe savors every bite.

Dinner done, Caoimhe slips her heels back on as she sees Nyadia beckon her to come. It must be time for my lesson. Why did it have to wait? Nyadia leads the drow woman outside, into the castle grounds. She hears bare feet padding behind her. Purely guessing, Caoimhe offers, “Thank you for dinner, Skye. I appreciated your hospitality.”

The drow smiles as she jogs a bit to catch up. “You are welcome, Caoimhe. We aim to please.”

“So, care to tell me why I had to wait?”

Nyadia speaks instead, “A few reasons, actually. Skye is the ranger trainer and she wants to be here for this. Second, the family druid is very difficult to drag out of the hatchery; I needed to substitute for her, at least until Gaia gets to the point where I can’t instruct her anymore. Since I am to be teaching you how to be a paladin, we needed to schedule you at a separate time as Tegan and Gaia.”

“And it would have been rude to make them wait instead of me?” Caoimhe posits.

“Third reason has to do with the training exercise itself. You’ll see.”

The sometimes boy sits in the quiet of the walk, mildly wishing that she came as a guy, given the foot pain of walking around in heels on uneven terrain. Skye is humming a tune and Caoimhe is feeling it as an unfamiliar warmth in her lower belly. Soon, they follow a dirt path and enter into a strange clearing. So many trees, impossible to associate together, arranged in a perfect circle around a bonfire. Tropical fruit trees grow side by side to pines and maples and... What are those weird scraggly ones? Some of the trees look like they are made of glass and are glowing in shimmers of silver and yellow and blue. Just on the edge of the woods beside the trail is a gazebo with picnic tables. Caoimhe stands at the edge, struck with wonder and confusion.

Then she gets really confused when Nyadia pulls her armor into her inventory, padding into the clearing in the nude.

Tina is walking towards them with two women Caoimhe has yet to meet. One seems to be made partially of rocks, glowing faintly red. Her eyes light up with fire from within. The other, some kind of goth punk **** angel, laughs at the bunny assistant’s quips about the transformation round. And again, all three are nude.

“Did I miss a memo or something? Been **** by a coven of witches?”

The goth punk girl winks as they get close enough. Her accent is pure Californian skater girl, “Cute threads, girl. Like the look. Alex, the cleric trainer. Tina is the only witch. You are Kevin when you’re a guy, right? Let’s sit and talk for a bit as my wife and the others prep the training exercise.”

The black feathered wings fold into... somewhere and Alex saunters over to a picnic table. Caoimhe follows, asking, “You, you are a cleric? That doesn’t make sense to me.”

“Dudette, that is the point of the lesson. I will admit that I represent an aspect of our naked purple goddess lady that not many emphasize, but I serve in my way. As will you.”

Caoimhe is very confused, “I am sorry, but I am not very religious. I go to the Federalist Institute often enough to keep a religion point, just in case I get a good enough part time job to qualify to vote but...”

Alex interrupts with a laugh, “Dudette, the thing about being a cleric or a paladin is that you serve a deity. And my naked purple goddess has volunteered to be the one you serve.”

“I have a name, you know.”

“Is it Kevin right now?”

“Caoimhe.”

“Looks like a mouthful and pronounced very differently than how it’s spelled in English. Irish name. I was studying to be a linguist before... everything happened. Still, your power has to come from the deity you serve, Caoimhe. And she has aspects that both halves of you can serve. So, tonight you are going to either accept her offer or we get to waste time finding another deity for you.”

Caoimhe thinks through the logic. “And if I still want to be an atheist?”

Caoimhe expects that Alex would answer. Instead, a melodic soprano reverberates from behind, “Oh, that’s not an option for you. Not anymore, sister that is sometimes a bull.”

Caoimhe turns around. Naked purple goddess is both an apt description and not nearly enough. Long, flowing silver hair, always moving, always hiding the naughty bits that the former human is not interested in. Motes of moonlight dance around her. She’s tall, looking like she would still tower over her new male form. She can tell that the goddess is quite beautiful, even if she doesn’t want her like that.

The others are mostly dancing. Nyadia spins Tina in a whirl. Skye is doing this round dance with a sword? The rock-girl goes to pull Alex towards the flames. And so, Caoimhe watches them from the corner of her eye as the goddess begins her elevator pitch. The former human turned drow is surprised by how little she cares about the usual one. “Will you help us save our world? That’s all I really need to know. Do you care about saving them?”

“I am a goddess of impossible dreams for freedom. If anyone wants to help you destroy an unbreakable, unknowable thing, it’s me.”

“Then tell me what we need to know. What are we trying to kill? How do we do it?”

The goddess boops Caoimhe’s nose. “I will, if you don’t figure it out by the time Mona is ready. Wouldn’t want to rob Andromeda of her fun, now would I?”

“You know what I find fun? Understanding what is expected of me and clear directions.”

Caoimhe never expected that deities are real. She also never expected that the first one she would have met (if they were real) would call her a nerd. Nor that it would be done so obnoxiously. Her eye twitches. “And you want this nerd to serve you?”

“Yup, sister that’s sometimes a bull. I’m okay with nerds. I mean, do you know those goofballs behind me? It takes all kinds.”

“I have not spent a lot of time with them, so no?”

The earns Caoimhe a tap on the cheek. The drow feels strangely warm from the effort; not aroused, but touched. “It was a rhetorical question, ya dork. Now, my sweet little cinnamon roll of a champion, come tell our sister all about me.”

Caoimhe is confused why ask Skye to spin tales of the supposed goddess before her. There is just something so convincing about Skye’s words. So... arousing. The more Skye talks, the more the pit of Caoimhe’s belly burns with desire. The more Caoimhe feels it, the more she wants the words to be true. The world goes white and, when she recovers from her first female orgasm, she believes.

Kevin: Success – Religion skill lesson (6 XP / 5 XP)

Kevin: +6 XP, Religion skill (Training Session)

Kevin: Daily task complete! Crotch caged (Self as keyholder) +5 BP

Kevin: Weekly Task Complete! Successfully Complete a Training Session +20 BP

Mona

Mona feels so smart and dizzy. Her big strong hyena-guy is carrying her up the spinning stairs. She can’t teleport, but the quest doesn’t say she can’t be carried! She nuzzles into his big, strong, fuzzy neck. It’s like cuddling a doggie! Doggie Dougie! I’m so smart!

Mona: Weekly task bonus objective failed! Gave Up a First-Time Bonus.

Mona: Daily Bonus Objective complete! No teleporting +10 BP

He pulls the door open with ease, then pauses at the foyer. Ooooh, pretty! The tentacle statues are waving at me!

Craig: Daily task complete! Cock caged (Mistress as keyholder) +10 BP

“Hiiiiiiiii, statues!” Mona giggles at the statues waving back.

“Short stuff, you are messed up in the head.”

“Tentacles are hawt!” She then lets out a hiccup and that makes her giggle. Hiccups are soooo funny. “Carry me to bed! Time for Mistress to lose her virginity!” Mona points vaguely to where the bed is, she thinks.

Apparently, she is way off. Ophelia gives a slight curtsy as she greets them. “Mistress, shall I lead your gentleman caller to your bedside?”

“Yesh!” Mona declares. Ophelia plays with her ear for a moment. As does Doggie Dougie. Then, the cute sea elf leads her horsie Doggie Dougie forward. Mona giggles again as Craig tosses her on the bed. “Boing!”

Craig gives her a smirk as he gets out of his shirt. “Whooooo!” I wanna cover those abs in frosting and lick him clean! He smirks again as he takes off his pants, revealing her cock, caged up. “Whoooooo!” Oooooh, covering his cock with frosting sounds even better! Do we have frosting?

“Care to unlock me, short stuff?”

Mona stumbles a bit trying to get to the edge of the bed. It’s really big. She giggles as she can’t find the keyhole. Tricky. “Which keyhole is the right one? There’s like... three of ‘em. And they’re spinnin’?”

“You could just give me the key.”

“No!! My cock!!”

Mona takes several more attempts, but she finds the right spiny hole! And the key unlocks. Mona’s super yummy cock is free! “Whooooooo!”

I’ve never touched one before! Mona giggles as she plays with her cock on her Doggie Dougie. She feels him get hard in her hands. Sooooo big! I’m good at this!

“Doggie Dougie style?” Mona turns around and shakes her tush, getting on all fours. She feels Craig tear her pantyhose and move her panties aside. She giggles as she feels Craig brush her lower lips. “Whoooo!”

Mona’s drunken excitement soon turns to pain as Craig slams himself in her. Something snapped inside her love canal. It hurts. And he slams in deeper with the next thrust. He’s hitting something inside her and he just doesn’t stop. Mona whimpers, then whines, but he just doesn’t stop. It’s relentless, like a jackhammer breaking up concrete.

“Why can’t I cum, you dumb slut? This should be the best thing that’s ever happened to you! Just cum already!” Craig growls.

“Stawwwp!”

He thrusts one more time, and then she feels... empty. Incredibly sore, still dizzy, but thankfully empty. When Mona turns around, Craig is gone and Tyalangan is leaning against the wall. She looks... disappointed. She walks up, a scroll in hand, and gestures as if she wants to touch Mona. Mona nods and the world stops spinning.

Craig: -5 XP (Stop means stop, asshole)

“What did you just do?” Mona asks.

“Lesser Restoration. Purged the **** out of your system. You okay?” The Host sounds sympathetic yet... disappointed. Why are adults always so disappointed in me?

“It hurts. Is that blood? Why am I...”

The Host answers with more sympathy than Mona expected, “Congratulations. You’re a woman now.”

“Where’s Craig?”

“In time out. I’ll deal with him in a bit. First, you want to talk about what just happened?”

Mona looks down. She does NOT want to talk about it right now, maybe ever. Focus on the game, Mona. “Gonna berate me for wasting a bunch of points?”

“No,” the Host says as she sits down, “You were thoroughly drunk and, now that you are sober, you already know you messed up. I’m not going to rub salt in the wound. My first time wasn’t great either, if it helps.”

Mona scoffs, “Your sexy time partner treat you like an onahole?”

“Kinda? Familiar with pegging?”

Mona can’t quite suppress her laugh. “Seriously? Someone saw a hottie like you and thought, yeah, that’s a girl that’s gonna want a dildo up her ass?”

Mona doesn’t think Tyalangan is going to dignify that with an answer; she is correct. The sea elf just stares at the gamer girl, then changes the subject, “If you are willing to take some advice right now, may I suggest establishing a safe word before next time? Something either you or your partner for the evening can say that means pausing immediately? I'd rather not have to interfere like this again. I will, if I need to, but it would be better if you asserted proper control yourself.”

That’s a good idea. I should have thought of that already.

“If you can do something else for me, Mona, I’d appreciate it. Let me be the one that draws Craig’s ire. You don’t need to do it right away, but give him a chance to earn your forgiveness. I bet you he’ll want it by morning. For now, get some sleep. You only have some bruising, outside of losing your maidenhead. If you’re still hurting in the morning, Ophelia will have a spell scroll ready.”

Mona can’t help but ask, “What are you going to do to him?”

“A different version of the elimination lesson you got. One more... tailored to his situation. You want Vix to keep you company tonight? She liked the sleepover yesterday.”

Mona happily squishes the fae fox in a hug. She starts to cry, though she can’t exactly say why. Vix licks her face a couple of times. The Host watches as the two crawl into bed; after giving Vix one more ear scritch, the Host disappears. I really need to learn that trick.