Gaia Date 1, Part 4: A Walk to the Bed

Tegan

Tegan feels... uncomfortably warm. What feels like a fire burns in the pit of her stomach. Her only explanation as to why is that the blue-skinned freak did something to her when she made her say those foul lies during the opening. She’s not a lesbian; she’s definitely not attracted to big-tittied cows like Mona. So, the sight of the big-tittied cow Andromeda riding that perverted sex toy did not turn her on. The way her overinflated boobs bounced as she ground into the dildo did nothing to her. Nope.

Tegan is bounding up the stairs, three at a time. If something went right this evening, it was that level up. She feels stronger, faster. Like she used to when she first started archery biathlon training. Before she had to obsess about her weight.

She ignores the big-tittied bunny-girl as she makes it to the Spring Room. She grabs toiletries and heads to the shower. The vicious vixen strips out of most of her clothes and stands before the mirror. She keeps her three bras on, covering up her still respectable breasts. She has girl abs and not just a flat belly. Her arms and legs are lithe wires of muscle. Her lower lips are red and inflamed, but she ignores that. Was it really that simple to fix what I did to myself? Why didn’t the freak just do that instead?

“Oooh, are we admiring our naked forms in the mirror! Need some help or, oh, even better, let’s take a selfie!”

A nude bunny-girl maid, with her gigantic slut bags, bounces over beside Tegan. The angry archer snarls, totally not staring at the naked bunny. Not at all! And she is certainly not aroused by her!

Bella poses with a peace sign and snaps the mirror selfie, her ridiculous rabbit-tits pressed into Tegan’s shoulder blade.

“I really must shower and get ready for bed. Out!” Tegan screeches.

“Oooh, I can help! I can scrub your back!”

“OUT!!!!!!”

Bella scampers out of the bathroom. Tegan tries to lock the bathroom door, only to see that there is no lock. So, frustrated for both explainable and unexplainable reasons, Tegan stomps her way into the shower.

The water is amazing, as she expected. The way it flows down her body. The way it hugs her new muscles. The way it teases her lower lips before sliding off her in between her legs.

Tegan starts by cleaning herself, taking care with her new, surprisingly sensitive, fox parts. She lingers on them as she washes, a touch longer than necessary. The vicious vixen stifles her squeaks of pleasure as she rubs and teases her ears. Then her other hand starts to trace lower, fingers gliding along her sternum, down her girl abs, towards her totally just starting to engorge clit. That descending hand barely brushes across her little button and she shivers. Her rubs between her labia are much more intense. Her thumb makes little circles around her clit, begging to be touched directly; she finally gives herself her wish as she slips the first finger into her fox den.

She’s totally not thinking about Andromeda or Bella or Mona right now. They are completely out of her mind.

One finger becomes two. The slow gentle pace of diving digits speeds up. Her ears and tail all stand upright as she cums. He collapses on her butt before she comes to. The angry archer pants, the water pouring down her body.

I needed that. And not because of all of the big-tittied cows thrusting them at me all day.

With a sigh, Tegan finishes her shower, gets dressed in her pajamas, and ignores the leering leporid-lady as she snuggled into the invisible sheets. Hopefully, she will be asleep before Andromeda comes back to bed.

Craig

Craig is heading up to the rooms after a few beers and a pool game or two in the bowling alley. He needed the break from the last few days.

So, he is now in the Winter Room, being glared at by the fag. The fag is already in bed as a male, reading a book of some sort, and is slightly bigger than him. The phone notifications go off.

Craig: +10 BP (cage w/ Mona holding key)

Kevin: +5 BP (cage w/ self holding key)

I need to figure out a way to get more BP. It’s going to take too long to get unlocked otherwise.

“Hey, turn into a chick. I don’t want to share a bed with a guy.”

Kevin’s glare deepens. “No, I won’t, for both of our sakes. I don’t want to be eliminated because my female self decides to gut you; you deserve it, mind you, but I am the one who would suffer if I was to be the implement of your punishment. You can sleep on the loveseat, if you don’t want to share the bed with me like this.”

Craig growls. How did the fag grow a spine so soon? “You think I deserve ****? What do you know, fag?”

“I know you hurt Mona badly enough that she doesn’t want to talk about it with me. And, since she talks to me about everything, it must have been terrible. I know you are a hateful, bitter bigot. Finally, I know that the **** my female self will want to do to you will be breaking the rules.”

Craig gets the feeling that the fag got something super messed up with the veto, the way he speaks of his female form as a different person. He can play along, “That five foot tall pipsqueak thinks she can do anything to me, fag?”

“You obviously don’t know anything about drow, Craig. Let’s say that Caoimhe has a... very Underdark mindset about sexual relationships.”

Winter, the purple skinned twig maid, makes the drow’s presence known. Kevin looks a bit uncomfortable. Given how the twig is smiling, Craig can understand it. Winter must be into some weird shit.

“Gentlemen, you should be to bed. You have time for some pillow talk if you like, but lights out starts soon.”

Craig, grumbling, takes his pillow from the bed and a blanket from his wardrobe. He doesn’t think that the two of them could even share a bed if they wanted (and Craig definitely doesn’t). So, he scrunches up on the loveseat as the fireplace dims into darkness. Guess I have to get up here first if I want a bed. Just fucking great.

Gaia

The bed here certainly is big and comfortable. Gaia is straddling Mona’s bare stomach as the two of them continue the safe word talk. Neither of them can settle on a word. The terrorist can turn around to see the blue-skinned maid leaning against the doorframe, smirking.

“How about homework?” Mona offers.

“Ugh. I had an ex that really liked student/teacher role play. Homework is just going to make me think about his dick. It was the best thing about him.”

“Wow. I am feeling so inadequate right now,” Mona pouts, squirming a little between Gaia’s thighs, “Why is this so hard?”

Gaia turns over to look at the smirking maid, “If you are going to stare, could you at least tell us how to do this?”

“Just think of the unsexiest thing you can think of. That’s what The Queen did.”

Mona squeaks from under the bear-girl, blushing furiously, “You wouldn’t happen to know what your mom’s safe word is, would you?”

Surprisingly, she does, merely replying, “Volcano.”

Both bedmates burst out laughing at that. I can totally think of some sexy thoughts that a volcano could be used to provide an analogy.

Mona asks the question, thankfully, “How are volcanoes unsexy?”

“Let’s say The Queen did not have a pleasant experience being inside a volcano.”

The thought of being inside a volcano is actually kind of exciting. Mona looks more frightened by the idea. The girl squeaks, “She went inside a volcano?”

“It’s in her season. I soooo want to watch those scenes, by the way. And, before you ask, it was unpleasant because she had to be completely encased in a suit filled with stale sea water the whole time just so she didn’t dry out and die.”

Oh. That sounds awful enough to make volcanoes unsexy. It looks like Mona comes to the same conclusion. The bedmates trade blatantly unsexy things back and forth. They get more and more absurd as they go. None fit right. Then, finally, Mona offers between giggles, “Abstinence?”

“Ahhh, that’s perfect. Abstinence it is!”

The two giggle some more. Gaia, while wiping a tear away looks back at the smirking maid. “You going to just stare or are you joining us?”

At that, the maid blushes. Instead of answering, she just slips out of the room. Gaia turns her focus back on the girl between her legs. “So, kid, what kind of sexy time are you looking for tonight?”

“I... I... don’t know. Last night...”

“I’m not Craig, kid. I want to get you off. I’m even fine if you don’t want to reciprocate right now. So, what would you like me to do for you?”

“Be gentle?” the girl whimpers.

“That was going to happen no matter what.”

“I don’t know what you’re asking for, exactly.”

“Multiple choice it is. Would you like me to: A) finger you; B) eat you out; C) get the maid to find me a vibrator or something to get you off with; or D) get the maid to find me a dildo and maybe a strap-on to get you off with?”

The girl is as red as a tomato by the time Gaia gets to D. “A, I guess? Closest thing to my comfort zone. I have fingered myself a lot. Little scared of something bigger going inside me right now.”

Gaia smiles, trying to comfort the girl between her thighs. Poor kid. Craig really hurt her. I am much closer to gutting him next time I see him than I thought I would be. But confirming what he did is tomorrow Gaia’s problem. Tonight, it’s time to give her something more pleasant to think about.

Gaia starts by sucking on her thumb and pointer finger. Mona stares, enraptured. Thinking she’s gotten them moist enough, the bear-girl reaches behind her, leaning back, and finds Mona’s puffy labial folds. She starts gently, slowly tracing her finger along the edges, watching her lips to start to engorge. Mona squirms under her. “You okay, kid?”

“Mona.”

Huh? Gaia wonders.

“Call me Mona, not kid, when we do stuff like this. It feels creepy when you call me kid when you’re touching me like this.”

“Oh, okay, noted. You okay, Mistress?” Gaia purrs.

The girl shivers in glee at that. “Yes. Continue.”

The girl was already sopping wet before Gaia started, between the vine sap and the bath and the fact that they have been in this position naked for the past 20 minutes. So, the first finger slips in easily enough. Gaia starts to slowly rub her thumb across the girl’s clit. She squirms some more, starting to pant a little.

“Oh, my Mistress likes that?” Gaia coos in a teasing manner.

Seeing Mona nod, Gaia continues. She curls her finger, delving for that special spot. She rubs the clit a little bit harder. Mona whimpers, “More.”

“Your wish is my command, Mistress.”

And more is delivered. Gaia slips in a second finger, starts to scissor them slightly. Mona moans, low and needy. The girl’s little button is pressed harder, more urgently. The girl starts to thrust, seeking more friction, more sensation. Gaia is happy to give it. She is so cute falling apart.

The girl is a squirter, too, drenching Gaia’s hand with her juices. Gaia keeps stroking her fingers into the gamer’s gulch to extend the climax. Mona whimpers again once the girl returns to her senses, trying to clench on Gaia’s fingers to keep them inside. Mona makes a face when Gaia offers to let her taste herself. Shrugging, she licks her own hand clean.

Gaia: +4 XP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [Fingerblasting], x2 bonus [First Time Mistress Participation])

“How was it, Mistress?”

“Wow. Best orgasm of my life. Fuck.”

Gaia swings a leg over so she can rolls to Mona’s side. Pressing the girl’s back into her breasts, the two naturally start to spoon. “Glad you enjoyed it,” Gaia whispers in the shell of Mona’s ear.

Gaia: +2 XP (Spoon the Mistress, x2 bonus [First Time Mistress Participation])

“Thank you,” she whispers back.

“Welcome. Can I still call you kid out of the bedroom?”

Mona giggles, “Sure, as long as you keep calling me Mistress in the bedroom.”

A kiss to the back of Mona’s head, and Gaia declares, “Deal. Good night, Mistress.”

“Good night, Gaia.”