Levels and Foxes and Bears (Oh My!)

Gaia

Gaia wakes up in an empty bed, a little startled for unexplained reasons, still naked. She feels the comforter still over her bare bear body. Wait...

She takes a look in the mirror hanging from the bed canopy. She sees how she has changed. The antlers are gone. Her ears shifted and are now cute, round little things, the fur still matching her dirty blonde hair. Her teeth now have sharp, enlarged canines. She’s gained muscle, and quite a bit of it to boot. Her hands have enlarged and grown stubby little claws, too. She feels her tail has changed; when she shifts around to examine it in the mirror, she sees it’s a stubby little bear tail now. Gaia smiles. I like this; I feel powerful and sexy.

She bounces out of bed, her bare breasts jiggling slightly from the effort. Opening her wardrobe, she sees that there is still only her two prison jumpsuits, with a couple of tank tops and panties. A rumbling growl of annoyance startles her for a moment, at least until she realizes she is emitting it herself. At least the underwear has been replaced with new ones. I should get some clothes today.

Her decision is emphasized as she can barely get her panties up her thickened ass cheeks. She hears slight tears ripping open by the time they are situated. She doesn’t bother with the tank top, as it is obviously too small right now. Popping the cutesy magical girl uniform on from her inventory, she’s glad that it has at least accommodated her daily transformation.

Before she even realizes exactly why, Gaia tenses up. Something smells off.

“Ugh, I just repaired those,” a voice from behind pouts.

Gaia turns, prepared to roar at the potential threat, only to see the purple skinned maid Summer, a hand on her hip, standing there.

“Well, good morning, Ms. Grouchy Bear. You should get a move on if you want breakfast. The canteen is going to close in about 30 minutes.”

Gaia checks her phone. It is about 8:15 AM. Also, she has XP notifications from overnight.

Gaia: +4 XP (Full frontal nudity, all at once [Tessa])

“Wait, I got almost as many points having Teach see me naked than I did training yesterday? How is that fair?”

Summer shrugs, “This is still a smut show, Gaia. You did get the Perception skill from training though. You noticed me before I announced myself. My twin and I are both pretty sneaky. You wouldn’t of noticed me yesterday.”

Finding the answer acceptable, Gaia starts to head downstairs for breakfast. She has a hankering for some vegan honey substitute, for reasons that would be obvious in retrospect.

Kevin

Kevin feels pretty good as he exits Dungeons for Damsels with Andromeda and Tessa. They all got Level 1 together. They all feel stronger. Kevin was a bit surprised that he could of gotten Level 2 (and that Andromeda could almost get Level 3), but Daphne recommended waiting a bit to go further up. Since Andromeda wanted to scribe her spells on her person to expand her sense of touch, she readily agreed. Kevin (as his female form) was a little more hesitant to wait; Daphne pointed out that he would have to switch forms for every level up. The annoyance factor of the one-hour cooldown was enough to convince him to wait.

Caoimhe gets spells, a lot of spells; several cantrips, domain spells, and a couple of extra spells. She also gets a boost of extra healing power to her Cure Wounds spell. It seems significant right now, but will probably be less important later. For her stats, she when +2 wisdom, +1 dexterity, and +1 endurance.

While Caoimhe switches to Kevin, Tessa and Andromeda go level. Tessa ends up with +2 in what will be her three big stats (dexterity, endurance, and charisma). She gets a couple of utility cantrips (message and mage hand), some regular spells (comprehend languages, healing word, hideous laughter, and thunderwave), and the ability to give someone +3 on rolls. That will be very useful to help with training sessions, if nothing else.

Tessa: Weekly task complete! Achieve Level 1! 1 +25 BP

Andromeda gets a couple of proficiencies for being a warforged, choosing arcana (which makes sense) and sex toy construction (which does not). The android arcanist explains, “Since the transformation said my warforged form was constructed partially as a sex toy, it makes sense. I may need those skills to repair myself.”

Kevin nods. Andromeda then gets a pile of spell scrolls, the understanding of how to scribe upon her body (which she is planning on doing over the next few days), a few cantrips, and the ability to restore some SP.

Andromeda: Weekly task complete! Achieve Level 1! +25 BP

Kevin’s male form gets a different stat spread, ending up with +2 to strength, endurance, and charisma. He gets the ability to detect certain types of creatures around him and the ability to heal with a touch. His spell casting ability starts next level. While he is here, he schedules a training session for both longswords and shields, as he wants to be prepared to serve as a “tank” if needed. Daphne is happy to schedule those training sessions.

Kevin: Weekly task complete! Achieve Level 1! +25 BP

Kevin: -40 BP (Training Sessions)

Mona: Weekly task update! Ensure each contestant successfully achieves Level 1 (4/6)

Now, the three of them are in the throne room. Gaia is looking a lot thicker as a bear-girl. He is probably stronger than her after his level up (at least in male form), but those muscles do look impressive, in a purely mechanical sort of way.

Tegan is also in the throne room, pacing. She needs to calm down. Seeing Andromeda, she wags a finger accusingly at her and snarls, “You stole a bra from me, you big-tittied cow! Give it back!”

Andromeda sighs, “You stole ALL of my bras from my wardrobe last night. I’m allowed to have one. Also, don’t be rude to Kevin. He’s a bull right now.”

Tegan displays the kind of one-track mind that makes her trouble, “You don’t get bras. Not with those giant beach ball boobs. Give it back!”

“I will do no such thing.”

Tegan starts to pounce, only to be bear hugged by Gaia. “Calm down, Tegan. Hey, I am not wearing a bra. Just think about me not having one.”

It works, at least until Mona comes downstairs. Mona wearing a bra gets the vicious vixen riled up again. That transformation is going to be annoying.

The Host appears in a puff of smoke. She looks a little distraught, trying to keep her emotions calm through sheer **** of will. Tina pokes Tyalangan in the tummy once her cloud of bunnies dissipates. That brings a bit of a smile to the sea elf’s face.

The Host begins, “Good morning, Mona, contestants, and perverts from across the multiverse. Day two of our season is here. I am happy to report that most of you did very well yesterday. Three successful training sessions. Four brand new Level One contestants. Good job! Let’s check out the leaderboard, my ravishing rabbit.”

Tina does the illusion creation thing and everyone’s status is displayed, even Mona’s:

Mistress Mona currently has 50 BP! Good job!

• Andromeda Level 1 12 XP +125 BP
• Kevin Level 1 6 XP +45 BP
• Gaia Level 1 5 XP +65 BP
• Tessa Level 1 0 XP +105 BP
• Tegan 5 XP +40 BP
• Craig -7 XP -30 BP

“So, to explain how the rankings are working, the first consideration is the amount of XP you have given Mona. Since you are all tied at 0 XP given, we move to the second consideration, which is Level. Third is XP you have in the bank to spend. Last consideration would be BP, if we really need to think about BP. Contestants, please note that there is only one wish at the end, so don’t go colluding to have exact ties of all 4 categories at the end; I will **** a tiebreaker in that case.”

“With that, Kevin and Gaia hopped over Tessa since yesterday. Otherwise, the rankings are untouched. Keep striving to improve yourselves. You only got 5 more days to hit Level 3 and qualify for the first major quest.”

“Next, I must address the missing gnoll in the room. Craig has earned some penalties during his date last night. He is still in the game, resting in his room with Mona’s permission, but is significantly behind. The ‘oops, all back line players’ party situation will get a lot worse if he can’t manage to get his act together. Anything to add, Mona?”

Mona is blushing, eyes downcast, and just shakes her head. Something went very wrong last night; I should talk with her.

“Final bit of announcements: tonight is Gaia’s date. Please do a better job than Craig. Let us know what you need. Dismissed.”

Tina fires off a salute, then sashays out of the throne room, hips rolling just so. Several of the women watch the bunny-girl leave for a moment (even the psycho Tegan), before the Host clears her throat.

“Kevin, combat training ring in five?”

What? He says the thought out loud, “What?”

“You scheduled a longsword training session? Well, that’s a class I have to teach.”

Gulp! Kevin is feeling a lot less confident right now. Still, he wants to learn how to fight, so he needs the help. He trails behind the Host as she heads upstairs. Best to follow her to the grounds. I hope I survive.

Tegan

Tegan starts to stomp out of the meeting when the big tittied cow Mona yells, “Wait!”

Against her better judgment, the angry archer stops. She doesn’t turn around, just stops.

“What’s everyone else doing today?” the cow asks.

“I have a date to plan, kid, so I should get to it. See you tonight. I’ll text you details once I have it sorted out!” The terrorist trots her way to the stairs and heads up them.

The robot cow states, deadpan, “Some combination of research, spell scribing, and a magic lesson? I would recommend spending time with either Tessa or Tegan today, for your bounty.”

The teacher cow has a little more emotion in her voice, “My plan is pretty much the same, except I need to spend some time in the pool to rest my lungs. That is both very weird and perfectly natural to say.”

The enthroned cow shivers. She’s probably embarrassed by being seen in a swimsuit, given how disgustingly bloated her tits are.

“Tegan, what about you?”

Tegan, scoffs, as if her plan wasn’t obvious, “Gym, then the range. I need to build up my strength, as they are having me train with recurve bows.”

“Great! Let me join you! Give me a sec.”

Tegan grumbles. Why would the big tittied cow want to join me? The other cow said that there is a bounty? Maybe that’s it. She doesn’t want to actually spend time with me, she just wants money.

Tegan starts to stomp away. The cow catches up, panting as she is out of breath already. “Wait... up! I said... I want... to join... you! Slow... down!”

“Why?” Tegan snips, still marching towards the entrance of the castle. She notices the castle folk staring at the cow. It does strange things in her gut. Tegan does not wait for a response.

A new big tittied cow, looking like a shorter version of the blue bitch that kidnapped her, shoves a spear shaft in Tegan’s path. “Slow down for the Mistress, dear contestant.”

How come this skank gets to walk around armed? Tegan stares as the cow breathes heavily.

“Ready, Mistress?”

“Ready, Ophelia.”

Tegan does not like the slower pace the blue skank is setting. So, she asks again, “Why?”

“Couple of reasons,” the fat cow says, “One, I have a bounty asking me to spend some one-on-one time with all of the contestants. Two...”

Hearing that first reason was enough to get Tegan to speed up. The blue skank flings a shield in her way. The angry archer is **** back for a second, then the cow grabs onto her tail. Eeeeeeeh!

“And two, you were a friend once and I want us to be friends again. Is that so bad? Ooh, your tail is so floofy!”

Each stroke feels like the sensation is traveling up her tail and directly into her crotch. She starts to feel moist. Tegan growls, “Stop that!”

The cow looks ashamed, at least. “Sorry.”

“Go away,” Tegan snaps.

“I’ll pay for your gym session?” the cow offers.

“Fine.”

The trio seem to be standing before the gym. When they enter, a tiger-girl with both too many AND too big breasts shouts for the boss. Said boss, a wolf-girl with respectable breasts and enough muscle to look like she could be on the Olympics wrestling team, strides up and snaps at Mona (much to Tegan’s amusement), “I told you to schedule your sessions, Mona.”

“Uhm, sorry, Josie. I had a rough night and a rough morning. Can you fit the two of us in for a workout? I got BP!”

The wolf-girl looks at Tegan for the first time. She does not like how the gym slut looks at her. “You workout for free, Mistress, but you can pay for your fox, if you want.”

“I am not her fox.”

Mona pulls out her phone and pays for Tegan’s lesson.

Mona: -20 BP

“So, what are we working on then?” the gym slut asks.

“Pull.” Tegan declares. Mona gives the statement a weird look. The gym slut at least understands. She leads the two of them to a weight room.

After some warm up exercises that get Mona panting hard, the gym slut announces, “First cycle, we are going to alternate 5 sets of 20 dumbbell curls and 4 sets of 25 face pulls. Mona, I’ll walk you through it. Fox, I will keep an eye out but I assume you can handle it?”

Tegan nods and grabs a set of dumbbells (in her usual weight) for the curls and notes the gym bands attached to a horizontal bar for the face pulls. It should be so easy; it’s not. Her arms are screaming at her before she finishes her first set. The face pulls are a struggle, too.

Meanwhile, the gym slut is guiding the cow through the process. She makes sure the cow has good form, is going through the process correctly. She gives Tegan an occasional glance. By the time Tegan gets ready for her third dumbbell set, the wolf barks, “Drop down 10 pounds. Your form is terrible and you are trying too much weight.”

Tegan pushes through anyways. She thinks she hears the gym slut growl, “Stubborn bitch.”

Needless to say, Tegan’s arms are like noodles by the time she’s done. The cow looks to be faring better, probably because the gym slut isn’t pushing the precious Mistress hard enough.

“Second set, alternating 5 sets of 20 lat pulls and 4 sets of some guided barbell rows. Fox, start on the lat machine.”

Finally, why she wanted to come to the gym. Lat pulls. She loads up the weights and the bar doesn’t budge. The gym slut lightly taps her on the back of the head, then drops the weight in half, hissing, “Don’t mess with the weight.”

She listens to the cow struggle with the barbell rows. Then, it’s time to switch. Tegan snarls when the wolf slut won’t add weight to the barbell. When she goes for the set, she struggles. Why is this so difficult? I used to be able to do this weight easy.

The weights part of the session ends with the cow actually lifting her last set of barbell rows with 10 more pounds than Tegan. The vicious vixen is boiling with rage. Rage at the cow. Rage at the gym slut. Rage at herself.

Tegan: Failed – Athletics skill training

The gym slut has them cooldown on the treadmills after some arm and back stretches. The two walk in place, side by side. The cow has water and sips it as she walks.

“You okay, Tegan? That was tough. My arms and back are killing me.”

The angry archer doesn’t answer. She doesn’t want to admit that she’s gotten weaker. She stares ahead and scowls. Her mouth is dry.

“Here, have some.” The cow holds out her water bottle. Tegan grabs it, unscrews the lid, and drinks. Handing it back, she wipes her face with the back of her arm.

“Tomorrow night is going to be awkward if we can’t talk,” the cow continues, “I do want to be friends again.”

No, you don’t. Tegan scowls at the wall straight ahead. “You’re just going to string me along until you can be with your precious Kevin. Just like you did back then.”

“That’s not...”

“It is. Don’t lie to me. I’m just a backup and you know it.”

“No, I don’t...”

Tegan hisses and runs out of the room. She’s not listening to the cow lie to her again. I just can’t.

Mona: Weekly task update! Spend one-on-one time with each contestant (3/6)