Gaia Date 1, Part 1: A Walk Outside

Gaia

Gaia has had a busy day. She probably should have spent some time yesterday planning this date, but she thinks she assembled something decent in the previous few hours.

First, she hit the Hotel clothing store. The parrot-girl Airika claimed to be a pirate and she certainly sounded like one. The constant size changes in her future made the clothes generally unappealing, at least until the bird offered her one outfit with the standard resizing enchantment for half off. The free outfit that caught her attention (a vegan faux-leather collar with a matching strappy chest harness) looks to be adjustable for any size she imagines that she can take, so she grabbed it. It even comes with a leash to attach to either the front of the neck or the back of the harness. To wear over it, she got a flared sleeve knot top and a ruffled tiered skirt that reaches mid thigh. No shoes, of course. It should be a cute outfit.

Gaia: -38 BP

Over lunch, Kevin asked for her help in learning about anal sex, which was weird. Shouldn’t a gay guy know all about that already? He looked disappointed that she shrugged and told him that she had never tried it.

Still, she coordinated a lovely vegan picnic dinner with the canteen staff. She even helped a little with preparation: hummus and roasted vegetables wraps, some fresh fruit, some guacamole with more veggies (raw and sliced for dipping), a cute collection of vegan honey substitute cupcakes for dessert. They even had something like kombucha! Skye the nice blasphemer got a picnic basket to pack everything in that promises to keep her picnic fresh. She places a blanket on top of the food containers and promises to have the basket ready for her tonight.

Also from Skye, Gaia gets directions for a place to get her hair and face done. So, Gaia steps out of the hotel on her own for the first time. The experience was interesting. So many non-humans come up like she is a famous celebrity instead of an infamous terrorist. Some of their requests she obliges: the side hugs, the selfies, even some of the signatures. She, of course, turned down the requests that required a written waiver from Mona.

The bunny-girl gushing over her at the beauty parlor was a big boost of confidence, too. They have magic to grow hair, which is super cool! She is able to walk out with a half-shaved faux hawk. They talk her out of dying her hair green; apparently, they can’t use magic to dye fur that doesn’t exist yet. The constant shifting effect will mean her ears will stand out with dirty blonde fur basically every time she shifts into a new mammal form. Still, they give her some absolute banging make-up for tonight (that promises to stick around for 12 hours, no matter what she does). She feels sexy walking back to the Hotel. Totally worth spending most of her remaining BP.

Gaia: -25 BP

A quick shower and outfit assembly later, Gaia finds herself in the entrance to the Mistress Suite. There, on a plinth, is a statue of Craig going absolutely wild on the kid’s backside. The kid looks to be in pain. She doesn’t hear the double doors open. Nor the mumbled words from Mona.

Gaia: -1 XP (Accidentally Embarrassed the Mistress)

“AHEM!”

That gets Gaia’s attention. The criminal barely notices the blue-skinned maid as she turns to see the kid, in a corseted dress that flows down to her knees.

“Wow, kid, you clean up good. Real good.” Wow, and her blush is kinda cute!

Gaia: +1 XP (Complimented Mistress’s Appearance)

The Mistress stammers for a few moments. Gaia takes the opportunity to loop an arm around Mona’s elbow. They are halfway down the stairs before the girl recovers.

“Did you mean that?”

“Of course. Honesty is the best policy, is it not?” When Mona pauses, Gaia presses a little, “Look, kid. I don’t know exactly what Craig did last night. But I am an honest girl. During my trial, I literally plead ‘not guilty by reason of they stopped me before I could finish the job.’”

Mona makes a scrunched up face at that, “Why didn’t you plead guilty then?”

“Because they stopped me before I could finish the job. If they charged me with Attempted Terrorism instead of just Terrorism, I would have happily plead guilty.”

It takes a few beats for Mona to process that. Instead of answering, she redirects, “So, what are we doing tonight?”

“A walk through the garden, a picnic under the stars, maybe some making out, if things go well.”

Mona sounds unsure as she responds, “That sounds... nice.”

Craig did her rotten, didn’t he? She needs some assurance that I’m not interested in taking advantage. “Hey, you have nothing to fear about me, okay? I am so happy to be alive, you know? Free to breathe fresh air and enjoy nature again. I am not going to sacrifice that by doing anything stupid. Okay?”

And Mona, looking like she believes, nods and smiles. This whole dating a former brat I babysat may not be so bad.

Tegan

Tegan went to every trainer on her list and all of them said no. She is **** to take a break until after her “date” tomorrow. She bristles under that order. How dare they tell me to rest? How can I get strong enough to kill that blue freak if I am not allowed to train?

Dinner was good. Tegan ate well. If there was one thing this humiliation was given her in exchange, it was the return of her appetite. A triple portion of protein, some vegetables, and a small slice of a surprisingly good pie for dessert. She feels pleasantly full afterwards.

So now Tegan finds herself in front of Dungeons for Damsels. Maybe the shark-toothed freak will make me stronger. The vicious vixen stomps her way in. The mermaid is hen-pecking on a laptop, deep in concentration.

“I am here for whatever training you will offer me. I have funds.”

The mermaid doesn’t look up, “Sorry, Tegan. You hurt yourself by pushing too hard. You need to rest.”

When Tegan snarls and prepares to walk away, the mermaid commands, “Wait, Tegan. There is something you can do here.” That makes the angry archer stop. She turns around. The mermaid keeps slowly typing.

“What can I do here? And what are you doing?”

“Side project. I joined an exclusive club! And you can get your level; you got enough XP for a level.”

Tegan growls as she goes through the process. She assigns a +2 to her strength, and +1 to dexterity and wisdom each, to get all three stats to the max. She feels her back muscles grow and it feels amazing. Her HP apparently went from 4 to 10, which must be a good increase. She grumbles through dealing with her Deft Explorer feature; she has to wait to assign her expertise once she has a skill proficiency she thinks is worth it and she struggles through picking two languages, eventually picking Elvish (as it’s the primary language here) and Druidic. She also gets a spell, but she’s not going to use it; she’s not getting naked for magic, even if it will make her hit targets better.

Mona: Weekly task update! Ensure each contestant successfully achieves Level 1 (5/6)

Tegan was about to leave, only for Andromeda to walk in, asking, “Daphne, may I take another attempt at the Prestidigitation training?”

“Sure, Andromeda. Let me charge your BP account and...”

Tegan blurts, “May I participate?”

Daphne sighs as she charges Andromeda’s account, “No, Tegan. You are resting. And Rangers don’t get cantrips.”

Andromeda: -20 BP

Tegan snarls and watches the lesson from the corner of the room, arms folded across her respectable breasts. Andromeda does the perverted thing of making her clothes disappear. The vicious vixen can’t follow what is going on, but the android has soon pulled off a bunch of parlor tricks. Daphne claps and Andromeda gets redressed.

Andromeda: +1 XP (Present Naked Butt to Another Contestant [Tegan])

Andromeda: Success – Prestidigitation cantrip (7 XP / 5 XP)

Andromeda: +6 XP, Prestidigitation cantrip (Training Session)

Andromeda: +20 BP (Weekly Task Complete! Successfully Complete a Training Session)

Mona: Weekly task update! Ensure each contestant successfully completes a training session (5/6)

“Oh, Tegan, you are still here. Do you have time to join Tessa and I for a lesson?”

A lesson? “You heard the shark-toothed freak. I’m supposed to be resting.”

“I’m sure they will not complain about you attending this lesson. Tessa is teaching it.”

“Will it help me?”

“It’s a chance to earn some BP and, potentially, a lot of XP.”

Tegan nods, “Lead the way, then.”

Mona

Mona really wants to play with Gaia’s cute little bear ears. She’s still nervous about this whole date thing. Last night did not go well. But Gaia seems straightforward. But, so did Craig, until Tyalangan showed me how he tricked me. But she’s like a big sexy teddy bear right now! I wanna put her in just a Paddington Bear jacket!

Mona takes in the sight of the garden entrance. If that statue is of the person the garden is named after, “Bazongas” is a pretty good descriptor.

“Good evening, Mistress Mona and Gaia,” a voice speaks up. She’s a glowy blue tiger-lady with soo many boobs. She holds a picnic basket.

“Evening, Nyadia.” Gaia greets, then offers, “Mona, this is Nyadia. She takes care of the garden.”

“I must be brief, for Kevin has asked for shield training. Here is your dinner; Gaia assisted with it. I would recommend setting up your picnic in the prairie section of the garden. It will have a lovely view of the stars. Oh, and be careful in the rainforest section; I have been dealing with a slight Gwinwydden Gafael infestation and they are more active at night. If it is too much, call the staff. While my wife is watching, she may be busy dealing with another crisis, given how last night went.”

Gaia takes the basket and pops it into her inventory. Nyadia summons her adventuring gear and walks away. It is a real shame that big shield hides her butt.

Mona can’t help but ask, “What is a Gwen-wide-in Gaf-aye-el?”

“Dunno. The words translates to Grasping Vine from Sylvan. But the rainforest part is pretty far back. Let’s enjoy the flowers and make our way to the grassland bit. I don’t know about you, but all the running around I did today has made me hungry.”

Mona’s tummy comically gurgles. “That sounds good.”

This time, Mona offers her arm. Gaia loops it and the two set off. The paths have these light lamps that light up as they approach them and fade as they leave. It’s pretty, in an unnerving way. The flowers are quite beautiful, when Mona can see them. “Why do...”

“...the lights turn off?” Gaia attempts to finish, “it’s actually pretty ingenious. Overexposure to light will mess up the plant’s hormones. And, yes, plants do have hormones. The lamps turn on and off when we are close so that the plants only get a minimum extra dose of light.”

“You know a lot about this stuff, don’t you?”

Gaia shrugs, “Not as much as I probably should. Maybe I was just young and stupid, but I thought stopping humans was more important than learning how to help nature. I figured nature knew how to help itself, if humans were out of the way.”

“And now?”

The bear-girl shrugs again, “Dunno. This setup is impressive. Maybe learning to care for things would be better than just destroying stuff. Oooh, we are getting to the giant fly-traps! They are so cool!”

Mona gets swept up in Gaia’s enthusiasm and the two rush to see the carnivorous plants. Is it weird that the convicted terrorist is a better date than Craig right now?

Craig

Craig teleports to the gym just in time for his appointment. There is no need to walk over there if it’s on the fast travel list. The receptionist makes a face and yells, “Boss lady, your 8 o’clock is here!”

Said “boss lady,” a ravenette wolf-girl that looks super fucking hot in just a sports bra and a thong, pads her way over. She greets, “Now that is someone I would expect to be named Craig. Josie Wulf, owner of this premium gym.”

Wouldn’t hurt to ask... Craig takes a shot, “So, wanna fuck?”

“Even if I was into cocks, which I am not, I heard what you did to poor Mona. So, no, I will not be fucking you. So, c’mon and let’s get you started.”

As Josie shows off her delicious ass, Craig mutters, “What is with all of these fucking dykes wasting their looks on each other?”

And that was a mistake.

Josie spins around, a blood red aura surrounding her. Her claws grow large and razor sharp. She is in Craig’s face immediately, lifting him off the ground with one arm. Her other hand is poised to claw his throat out. She growls, “The fuck you say, Dogmeat?”

Craig has the sense to only think, What is with all of the fucking dykes being insanely powerful? He instead just apologizes. He feels his feet touch the ground. Josie turns, still glowing red with hands like something out of a slasher movie. They approach a bunch of weights. “Okay, moron. You are not the brains of the operation. That would be the nerds in the harem. You are definitely not the face. That’ll likely be Tessa. You are the muscle. Your job is to lift heavy things and be a meat shield for the squishy caster types. So, that is what we are going to work on. Let’s get started.”

Craig starts going through the weight training regimen this gym thot dyke came up with. Craig listens for form corrections. While it has been a while, he is familiar with how the process works. When she doesn’t look like she wants to rip his cock off with her bare hands, she is kind of a good trainer; at least, good for a dyke. Too soon, he is worn out.

Craig: Partial Success – Athletics skill training (3 XP / 5 XP)

Craig: +3 XP (Training Session)

“I take it I don’t have to tell you about recovery, right?”

“Right. Extra protein, some glycogen, some creatine, and give myself a little time to heal.”

The red aura finally dissipated, she tosses him a shakey bottle of post-workout protein. He goes make it and starts to chug. It tastes like nothing. He makes a confused face as he thinks, Fucking weird. Doesn’t my transformation make things taste incredible?

Josie rolls her eyes. She catches the empty bottle when he throws it at her. He swears that she mutters, “Of course he’s too much of an asshole to reciprocate,” as he goes back through the fast travel door he took to get there.