The Local Gang: Leg Day, Three Ways

Tessa

Tessa stands around waiting in front of the Harem Nursery Wing on Tina. Despite there apparently being a bard trainer, Tina seems to be the one that is most recommended to actually teach performance. Tessa is a little apprehensive about it. She was very rude to the bonny bunny when she was first kidnapped. I should apologize, right? She is one of my sister-in-laws and she didn’t exactly lie to me.

Tina exits, a mouth full of cake, dressed in a casual T-shirt and a skirt, beaming. She spits out little specks of cake as she greets, “Hi, Tessa. What’s up?”

“Where did you get cake?”

“Oh, I just got done spending some time with my kids. A fluffle of them has their birthday today. I’ll make sure Tyalangan gets dragged away from Hotel work to spend some time with them too. I’d invite you to come meet them, but Tyalangan doesn’t want the kids on camera until they are adults and want to be seen. Still, what’s up?”

Kids? Tyalangan said that she has a ridiculous number of kids. “A fluffle?”

“A group of bunny-kids. Hoppalongs give birth to 4 or 5 kids at once, on average.”

Tessa blinks, stunned for a moment. Tina gave birth to quadruplets and quintuplets regularly? “How did you keep your figure?”

“Oooooh, Honey’s got a transformation. All of my kids were hatched from giant wasp eggs.”

Okay. I’m not thinking about this insanity anymore. Nope. Tina is staring at Tessa; she must be waiting for what Tessa is actually wanting. “I booked a performance lesson?”

“Oooooh, yeah. I am supposed to teach that. Wanna film something for Insta-Thot? We can do a collab!”

The bunny-girl half drags Tessa out to the park in front of the castle. Tessa hasn’t exited the castle yet and is surprised by what she sees. So many elvenoid people, walking in attire that would make all but the most brazen of street-walkers back home ashamed. Some approached them, asking for autographs. Tina would sign bared breasts as if it was no big deal. Tessa blushes with more shame than she probably should have. Nudity does not bother her elf-self, but the idea of mildly groping someone to write on them still disturbs her.

So, it takes a while before Tina flops down on a fire-scorched rock that overlooks a bunch of hoppalongs having sex in the park. She pats on the rock beside her and Tessa sits down. Tina pulls out her phone, arranges her skirt to maximize the sensuality of her legs, and films a brief selfie video for an upcoming cross-promotion with a season about being trapped in a bunker? She sends it to her editors, then smiles, “So, what do you want to know about performance?”

Tessa honestly shrugs. “It seemed like the bardic thing to do? But you didn’t seem to do anything all that different from just posing and talking? I’m not sure how much I’m going to learn here.”

The bunny’s ears droop. “I get you haven’t had a chance to watch our original season, but do you know what I did before the show?”

When Tessa shakes her head no, the rabbit-girl answers, “I was a magician’s assistant for a bunch of drunk has-beens. I ended up doing both the assistant eye candy role AND making the tricks work. So, if there is something I know, it’s how to work a stage. Let’s talk.”

The lesson is a bit scatter-brained. Despite how many kids she has had, she doesn’t quite understand how to fashion a lesson. Some of it is helpful, still. Tina gave her several ideas on how to add more pizzazz to her presentation, increasing engagement. The specifics of how to orate, how to convey poetry artistically, is beyond Tina’s experience. So, the lesson is less helpful than Tessa would have liked.

Tessa: Partial Success – Performance skill training (2 XP / 5 XP)

Tessa: +2 XP (Training Session)

Tina slumps as she finishes her lesson, “Want to grab some coffee? Have some girl-talk? My treat!”

Tessa nods. That sounds like a good time to apologize. The two walk towards a place called Lunacoin. The barista is milking herself to fill a frothing pitcher. Okay, plain coffee it is.

Gaia

“C’mon, Craig! This will be fun!”

Gaia is looking forward to this whole “survival training” thing. It sounds like a nature walk where they will learn to vibe with nature instead of just walking through it. Her inventory is stuffed almost full of various items she thinks she might need for survival. Granted, it’s mostly vegan friendly food from the gas station, as that is all she can assemble for free, but it’s something. It helps to be prepared.

Craig, on the other hand, is grumbling. Gaia is hoping that Craig will cooperate. Currently, Craig is the only guy in the harem that might give her a cock to ride on, assuming Mona’s impressions of him was all a misunderstanding, so she wants to get on his good side.

Her friend(?) Nyadia is leading the duo through the vineyard area towards a more wild section of land behind the castle. The vineyards still offend Gaia a little. Wouldn’t those grape vines prefer to grow on a tree instead of those cross-hatch fence things? Still, she enjoys seeing that the grapes are growing well.

“Alright, you two,” Nyadia declares, “We are about to go into the bush. When we do, we are stepping outside of the Hotel protections. There is a slight risk of danger. So, eyes and ears open. Let’s get started.”

The forest beyond the castle walls is interesting. The trucks are thick, sturdy. The leaves are a brilliant, lustrous silver. Cute little squirrels and songbirds scurry through the branches; they sound vaguely happy. Gaia is in the rear as Nyadia leads the way. The walk is lovely, at least until the cute, cuddly animals stop chattering. She sniffs the air; something smells off.

She hears them charging, their hunger conveyed in their stomping and snorting. She pulls her uniform into her inventory and starts to ritually cast Speak with Animals. Nyadia’s ears perk and she equips her shield and flail. A couple of boars, as tall as a horse each, bursts through the brush as Gaia finishes the ritual.

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

Ignoring Craig’s stares, Gaia pulls out a couple of apples, saying, “[Hey, you two. I have some food for you! No need to fight!]” in boar.

The boars grunt, “[MORE!]”

“[Uh, okay!]” Gaia is happy to comply with that demand. She lays the apples in her hands onto the ground, then starts dropping more. The boars start eating, satisfied with easy feed instead of eating the elvenoids. Gaia starts to brush the hide of the nearer one. Bristly.

Nyadia whisper-shouts, “Gaia, good job, let’s go.”

“Why?” Gaia asks, “They seem nice.”

“Yes, until they decide you are out of food. Then, if they are still hungry, they’ll try to eat you.”

Oh. Good point, maybe? Gaia carefully scoots back towards the lazzorkat and Craig. Then the troop continues.

“Wasn’t that bad survival, feeding the animals?” Craig grumbles.

“It depends on the situation. One of those boars could have gored you to **** rather easily, Craig. If you have to choose between your life or your food, the later is the right choice. You can always forage for more, if you know what to look for. Quietly, let’s talk as we walk. Again, eyes and ears open.”

Thus, Nyadia begins a lesson on edible plants in this strange forest. Gaia takes pictures with her phone and takes notes. This is good stuff!

Mona

Today is apparently leg day. Mona doesn’t understand why everyone in the group class is whining about that. What’s so bad about leg day?

Josie has Mona just taking a group class today. Her appointment time lined up with the gym’s schedule well enough. The class is kind of fun, when Mona can pay attention on what she’s supposed to be doing instead of staring at the other women working out. It started with some mobility exercises, which Mona struggles to do. The blonde wolf-girl in front of her looks sooooo hot in those booty shorts and fishnet sports bra. Josie throws something like a foam pool noodle at her to get her to focus. It bounces off Mona’s head.

“Bad, Mona!”

Then, the class gets to some rounds of heavy bag hitting. There is something cathartic about punching the bag in the loaner gloves Josie handed her. The bag even moves a bit a couple of times! The kicks are trickier. Mona doesn’t fall on her butt once, but she got close a couple of times.

Then, the pain. Weighted calf raises. Weighted hip bridges. Weighted sumo squats. Barbell squats. The group cycles between the stations. Josie directs the barbell squats while one of the assistants watches and corrects the other stations. Mona cannot keep her eyes off of the assistant, even when the assistant bops her in the head with another pool noodle thing. She has six boobs! And tiger ears! But, the six boobs are more interesting!

She’s at the calf raise station, holding a 5 pound dumbbell in each hand. The exercise is to slowly shift to standing on her tippy toes for 3 seconds, stay on her tippy toes for 3 seconds, then slowly return her heels to the floor for 3 seconds. The first time around was not too bad, but the second time is starting to burn a little.

The six-boobed assistant says, “Good job, Mona. Slower on the decline, though. And stop resting between every rep. You want to keep those calves under tension the whole time.”

Mona whines, still drooling over the boobies. How much more today?