Party 1, Part 2: Then You Take The Sauce And You Spread It, You Spread It

Ootah

Kevin has posted up by the boxing machine and is throwing some haymakers. Ootah has questions, so she saunters over, noting, “You telegraph your punch too much.”

The hu-cow bull chuckles, then replies right back, “Game rewards pure strength, not good tactics. I don’t go for knockouts like this in a real fight.”

Kevin finishes his round, then steps aside to give Ootah a shot. The orc smirks and gets into position. She doesn’t dip her shoulders to overload a punch, so she’s able to squeeze in an extra hit or two for her round. “There is something to be said about speed, too. I notice my roommate isn’t here. How much of a problem is he going to be?”

Kevin watches, grumbling that Ootah did slightly better than him. He gives it another go, trying to squeeze in a few more pounds of ****. “Couldn’t tell you. Our transformations are different. He gave me shit because I would not turn to Caoimhe for bed sharing purposes. Claims it was because we are too big to share that bed, but I know it was because he hated the idea of being in the same bed as a gay guy. He might be fine sharing a bed with you, despite the fact that you are about our size?”

“He called me a name I don’t understand and got a penalty for it?”

“Ah,” Kevin grunts, “What letter does it start with?”

Ootah considers the question for a moment. “I don’t speak Gnoll, so...”

“Assume he’s speaking English.”

“English?”

“What we are speaking right now?”

“Oh. Common. Then, the letter ‘T.’”

Kevin pauses long enough that he misses a hit before the clock ticks down to zero. He sighs, “Yeah, based on context clues, he is going to give you grief. Sorry.”

“Can you explain the word?”

“He was accusing you of being a man that dresses like a woman.”

“I guess he doesn’t know that orcs are a unisexual species?”

Kevin is stunned again. When he answers, he sounds apologetic, “Sorry. I didn’t know either. Did I offend you?”

Ootah pats Kevin on the back. The hu-cow looks surprised that he wasn’t knocked over from the **** of the blow, “Why would you know? You all are from a different world. No harm; no need to walk on eggshells around me, either. The two of us are going to be working together a lot as comrades-in-arms. We need to be able to watch each other’s backs.”

The bull nods, a little shakily. Mona uses Thaumaturgy to shout that “PIZZA IS READY!”

I wonder what this pizza stuff is about?

Craig

This place smells like shit.

Craig is trying his best not to breathe. He is back in the Ratfink nest behind the Drow District. As the only seedy underbelly of the town that he is aware of, he needs to find what he is looking for here. His need is likely very, very illegal.

The place is disgusting. A marketplace of knock-off goods and particularly revolting porn. The vendors are all openly masturbating, not even watching for approaching customers. He thinks that he could probably steal shit, if he wanted. Too bad that nobody would want this garbage...

The smell of this place is the worst: unwashed bodies, stale sweat, and semen of varying degrees of funk permeate the air. It’s stifling. Craig is sure that he would make a more intimidating presence if he wasn’t constantly holding his nose shut. Still, his reputation as both a right bastard and a ratfink killer precedes him; he gets enough **** help to get him to a hopeful lead.

The sign before the almost storage unit looking place reads Storm Empire, followed by several exclamation points. Craig follows his ears (as well as his nose), only to find two ratfinks loudly arguing and masturbating. The blonde ratfink has a cheap plastic crown on his head and a name tag that reads: Markie Storm, Emperor of da World, followed by several exclamation points. So, he’s the one in charge. The other, with black hair, has a semen encrusted T-shirt on that says: Udders4Tegan! There are several dozen signs with the same saying on it scattered about. A plan for Interdimensional Expansion is also on display:

Step 1) Get big dicks!

Step 2) Conquer Nimlith Grove! Defeat the Queen! Then steal her harem’s money!

Step 3) …

Step 4) Seduce Laura Black and make her my consort! Then steal her harem’s money!

Craig doesn’t know or care about any of that. The freaks haven’t noticed him yet, so he snoops in on the argument:

“It was a great advertisement for our services to get me on Harem Hotel, Markie!”

“But, Gene, you could have attracted that nosy queen to our inevitable coup by showing up to court!”

“I was in the back. I got a fan to actually hold up the sign. It’s not that fuckin’ hard to understand.”

“Are you sassing your emperor for life?”

This Gene notices Craig standing there, making eye contact with the gnoll as he strokes himself off, “See, Markie, a customer! My advertising plan worked!”

Markie turns, still fucking his hand. “Oh, hello, future servant of the Storm Empire. I am your emperor for life, Markie Storm. This is my ****, Gene. Are you here to declare your absolute fidelity to my cause?”

Craig rolls his eyes at the masturbating rat-men. “I need help with a Mona problem, and you two dweebs are going to give it to me.”

It looks they finally recognize him. The blonde one asks, “Oh, you’re still on the show?”

Craig bares his fangs, “What was that, rat-boy? I can tear you both apart and I am pretty sure nobody will care.”

The rat-men cower, stroking their tiny cocks harder. “Hey, Mr. Doggie Dougie, no hard feelings! Tell us what you want! I’m sure we can come to an arrangement...”

Now we are getting somewhere. Craig smirks, smugly declaring, “I need something to get my Mistress under my control. Something that will make her listen to me instead of using her power over me to make life miserable.”

“Eww. Mind control?” the blonde rat declares, making a disgusted face, “Everyone knows that body control is the superior fetish.”

“Yeah,” the other one adds on, “Markie was totally jacking it to your transformation scene from today!”

“I DON’T care about appealing to your fetishes! I just want a way to get myself out of the jam I am in.”

“Fine, fine. The Storm Empire is known for its benevolence and goodwill. We will find you what you seek. There is merely the matter of... payment.”

“Payment? I have 20 BP?”

“Oh, that is no good to us. We want something different. PP. As many as you can get.”

Those dildoes that make your dick bigger? I guess that makes sense, given their plan up there. Still, the mermaid dyke didn’t exactly make them sound easy to get...

“And where would I get these... PP?”

“You have access to the castle and the Hotel therein. Find them.”

“Try the Royal Treasury? That’s where I’d put them,” Gene adds.

“I need my solution soon.”

“Give us a couple of days. If there is one thing ratfinks are known for, it’s jerking off to superior fetishes. If there is a second thing we are known for, it’s having just what someone needs buried under a pile of semen tissues somewhere. We’ll find it by the time you have payment.”

“Yeah, just trust ol’ Markie and Gene! We’ll get you sorted out!”

Not exactly satisfied, Craig nods and turns around. He wants out of this dump. Hopefully, I can just buy a bunch of these PPs and be done with this. Those rats better come through for me!

Mona

Pizza! Yay! I don’t care if it’s weird keto pizza; it’s pizza!

Mona feels a little out of place, being the only one eating her (admittedly weird) slice of pizza with a fork and knife while everyone else is using their hands. She doesn’t want Gaia to see that her pizza crust is actually some kind of meatloaf thing? It tastes good, but it is weird.

She looks over the table. Winter is cutely cuddling in Kevin’s arm as they playfully argue about pizza styles (Winter is on team New York style, Kevin is on team California style). Ootah is amused, having turned an entire medium meat lovers pizza into an impromptu calzone, which is kind of impressive. Tessa and Jenny are exchanging stories about what they remember from the 90’s in between bites. Andromeda is mostly listening, but is trying to contribute. Gaia is talking about the merits of her vegan pizza slice, which is very, very green. Mineko is poking at her slice, almost as if she’s not used to eating solids; Tegan is growling at her to stop playing with her food before she forces her to eat.

The thoughts strikes her: This is the first time we have all really eaten together. The only one missing is Craig, but that’s no loss until he wants to apologize. I should say something. But what?

“Hey, guys. It’s been a crazy week, huh?”

Some general murmurs. Some blank stares. One twitching eyelid (courtesy of Tegan). Mona gets up and wraps the angry archer in a hug from behind.

Tegan: +1 XP (Hugs for Mistress)

“So, I am not good at the whole rousing speech thing. But, sitting around the table with all of you, both old friends and new, makes me want to try.”

Some more murmurs. The stares are less blank. Mineko is rubbing against Mona’s side. Mona starts giving Tegan some head pats and ear scritches.

“It was a crazy week. Most of us were dreamnapped into porn land, all of us got changed by a bunch of strangers watching us on crazy interdimensional TV, and we had some sexy times. I like to think we all grew, at least a little bit. I want to do right by and be worthy of every single person here. So, tell me what I can do better; I need to be better, to at least maybe get a little closer to being a good Mistress to all of you.”

Mineko purrs, still rubbing her face into Mona’s thigh, “But you are already perfect, O-o-Mona.”

Mona pets the nekomata, disagreeing, “I really am not. Not anywhere close.”

“You are trying your best, even with most of the more stubborn ones,” Tessa offers like a lifeline. Tegan growls for half a second, then Mona switches to petting the vicious vixen; the growls turn to squirmy whimpers. The teacher continues, “We are all still here. We all need to be better, too. Help us strive to achieve the namesake goal of saving the world.”

“Okay! I can try to help! Ah..., how do I do that?”

Andromeda speaks first, “Well, you got those Minor Quests you can assign. And you got Guidance, so you can help boost people for training. I presume everyone has at least one bounty that involves intimacy with you, so keeping an open mind about that may help too.”

Oh, yeah. That Guidance spell improves a roll! I can contribute to more than just sexy times! It’s weird to think about our lives being controlled by dice rolls, though...

“Also, some of us will need some help adjusting to new circumstances,” Jenny adds, “Perhaps you can provide some grace as we stumble and some support when we need it?”

Mona starts scanning the harem, getting flashes of emotions. At least I am getting enough feedback to guess at concerns. Jenny needs to get used to being a person again? Tessa needs help with dating me; she said as much during our date. Andromeda needs support with dealing with the monster at the end; she said that during our date, too. Kevin’s likely worried about Winter and his relationship with the drow. Winter is worried about something, too, but I don’t know the drow well enough to guess. Gaia is willfully ignoring... something. Mineko is emotionally... odd? Is it that **** life thing Gaia said or is that just being a nekomata? Ootah seems fine for now? And Tegan is an emotional wreck; she needs a lot of help sorting through stuff.

“Yeah, Jenny, I can try. If any of you want to talk about stuff, just let me know.”

Tegan squirms in Mona’s hug, panting hard. Mona barely hears her whisper, “Please, Mona, stop. Don’t make me...”

Mona stops petting and lets go. “Sorry, Tegan. You’re just so cute!”

Ears drooped, she whines, “I’m a freak.”

Mona gets down to really look her in the eyes. Same maelstrom of emotions, tinged with longing and lust. “You are not a freak. You are my sexy fox-waifu. Understand?”

She nods, then breaks eye contact again. A start?

“Okay, enough yammering from me! Whoever wants to come up tonight can, but remember that we all have to share the bed. Let’s have some fun!”

Mona sits back down and gets back to eating. Okay, Mona. No pressure. We just need to make sure that this week goes better than last. And that requires me getting more involved. I hope that I am up for the challenge.