Ootah Date 1, Part 2: Blowjobs and Boy Dates

Ootah

The pool is ridiculous and Ootah loves it. The system of water slides that criss-cross and zig-zag around is the best kind of manic energy. The water is warm and inviting. Her mermaid cousins are splashing around, though only Melody seems like she is really focusing on being a “lifeguard” while there are contestants about.

Mona does not seem to be much of a swimmer, as she is doggie paddling around in the shallows, still wearing that T-shirt over her swimsuit. Harmony, still trying to steal her sister’s name through sheer stubborn insistence, is swimming around and joking with the mistress. Ootah feels a little jealous, as Harmony’s breasts are more substantial than Ootah’s; not by much, but just big enough than Mona seems to focus more on the mermaid than her date at the moment.

Ootah is (wo)manning the grill. She doesn’t know all the fancy cooking stuff that her elven cousins know, but she can certainly watch some boar steaks and flip them at the right time. Mona ordered hers well done, which is a travesty that will be delivered. Fish, a rarity back home, is a bit trickier, but she has managed to not completely mangle her efforts to feed her cousins.

“DINNER!!!!”

Harmony zooms around Mona, who is slowly doggie paddling towards the the pool’s edge to pull herself back to dry ground. Melody watches her, close enough to help, far enough to be comfortable. When Mona starts walking, Melody swims to the edge.

Harmony is greedily eying the fish. Ootah knows the boisterous mermaid is going to snag as much of the food as she can, so Ootah hurls the first fish out halfway across the pool; she bends down to hand the soft-spoken Melody a fish; Melody murmurs, “Thank you,” with her mouth full.

Harmony returns, fish consumed and looking for more. Mona walks over.

“Toss a fish out for Harmony, Mistress.”

“Hey, I’m Melody,” Harmony insists with a huff.

Ootah stares at her cousin. “Well, I made more fish for Harmony than Melody. Are you sure you want to keep claiming your sister’s name?”

Harmony, stomach bigger than her pride at the moment, shakes her head. Mona tosses out a fish and the loud mermaid goes after it.

Melody quietly pouts, “Did you really make more food for her than me?”

Ootah hands her another fish. “Nope, but she doesn’t know that.” The quiet mermaid smiles as she bites into her meal. Ootah hands Melody the rest of her bucket, who swims away to eat in peace. When Harmony returns, Ootah flings out the rest of the girl’s meal into the pool; the mermaid happily gives chase, actually catching one of the fish in mid-air.

That being done, Ootah leads Mona to the picnic table where their steaks are resting. Auntie Skye made a salad and some more hot veggie sides to go with. Mona seems to have quickly developed the habit of flavoring food she doesn’t particularly like with Prestidigitation. Ootah is satisfied when her steak does not get that treatment. Mona’s eye light up as she takes her first bite, “Wow, that is actually pretty good!”

“High praise!” Ootah teases as she savors her boar steak, warmed to a perfect rare. Mona is back to staring at Ootah’s breasts, which feels right and proper. Ootah is staring back. Mona has a cute face, especially when she’s blushing like that.

“Ah, sooooo Ootah. Winter told me about life growing up in the castle. What was life like back in Tel- you know what? I’m not even going to try and pronounce that. You know what I mean.”

“Home is... interesting, I guess, in your estimation. Teleptafelya is a mining town, high up at the far edge of the prairie away from the coast. Most of the metal you see outside the Hotel was mined and refined there. The climate is too dry to support a lot of agriculture, though we do have some ranchers. Population is about half orc, with the rest mostly drow and gnomes. The Queen offered Teleptafelya as a duchy to my ancestor, Reeza, as payment for good service during the war that the Queen and her harem ended up winning when they first arrived.”

Mona nods, working through her steak, “So, metals are important, right? And your family is in charge of getting those metals ready?”

“My family is in charge of protecting the ones who do the actual mining and settling disputes. A good ruler’s job is to protect the peace, both internal and external.”

“There a lot of dangers?” Mona asks, skeptical.

“Enough. Predators on the plains. Creepy things from the Underdark. When I was about seven, we even had a red dragon land in town and demand tribute. I don’t remember much about it, other than my mother called the Queen. First time I really saw her.”

“Wait, dragons are real?!?!?! I know that dragon-guy tried out and Deano said something about dinosaur leather being confused for dragon scales, but you’re saying actual real-life dragons are real?”

Ootah laughs, “You can’t be serious, right? Zemeitsa first came about by dragons shapeshifting into elvenoid forms to impregnate elves. There is even a dragon in the castle.”

“Really?!?!?! I wanna see a dragon!” Mona starts to pull out her phone, only for Ootah to take her hand.

“I am sure that Auntie will indulge you, but that needs to wait. It will take a little time to prepare the scene.”

Mona’s pouty face is also cute. “Okay. But you have to promise me you’ll take me to meet a dragon if I don’t get to by your next date!”

Ootah twists her hand around to give a proper handshake. “On my honor as a warrior, that will be done.”

They smile at each other. Ootah returns to her meal, as does Mona. The conversation continues, more stories of home. More excitement about things that Ootah find utterly mundane but is fantastical in Mona’s mind. Good; Mona is impressed. Finish dinner, keep talking for a bit, then time to hit some slides!

Kevin

It’s the simple things that can hit the hardest. A walk around Winter’s old stomping grounds. The feel of his head on Kevin’s shoulder during dinner. Some snuggles under a blanket in the Media Room, some early episode of a “Grandma Calypso’s” season playing, volume down low. Kevin sighs contentedly, watching Winter’s head move as the bull’s chest rises and falls.

Kevin isn’t watching the screen. He’s watching his boyfriend. The word still feels early to use; less awkward than significant other, more personal than the relationship they have would normally merit. Then again, the Hotel has denied him a chance at “normal.” Not that he would have likely had a “normal” he would have liked back home. He did not have the spine necessary to avoid finding himself in a loveless marriage; he would have felt societal pressure to wed some woman despite not being attracted to her.

His thoughts are interrupted by Winter cooing at his chest, “Communal shower scene coming up. Grandma Calypso loves leaning into the prison motif.”

Kevin gives the screen a brief glance. Nude men, mostly hard-bodied, at movie theater scale, washing themselves in one large shower fill his vision. A part of him enjoys the view, but he’d rather focus on Winter.

“So, you told me bits and pieces about your family, but this is the first time you’ve mentioned grandparents.”

Winter attempts to redirect with a non sequitur, “Eh, the audience can be weirdly sexist about the whole show thing. Enslaving a bunch of women to a Master is fine, but reversing the sexes causes them to riot half the time. And, the guy contestants usually get MtF’ed the rest of the time. That’s what happens to all of those guys up there, sooner or later. Just wanted to give you something to watch to get in the mood.”

Kevin lifts Winter’s chin up, gently forcing the drow to maintain eye contact, “You know you don’t need to manipulate me like that, right?”

Winter looks away.

Kevin pushes, “You know I like you, despite that particular urge, right?”

The drow’s voice is small, but Kevin hears the “Yeah,” response.

“You know that I want more than you just being a cock sleeve, or whatever gross term you prefer, right?”

Another small “Yeah.”

“So, tell me about this Grandma Calypso.”

Winter sighs, rubbing his chin in Kevin’s grip. He states, “Calypso is Mama Daphne’s mom. I will skip the mermaid anatomy talk, if you don’t mind. She ended up being their last Host. Kept the job after and made her season format, Harem Hotel: Mermaid Frenzy Justice; it guaranteed Daphne’s frenzy a place to live. Calypso loves her kids and will do anything for her family, but is otherwise ruled by her appetites. Ultimately, her seasons are much crueler than what Queen Mama wants this to be.”

Kevin remembers the talk over breakfast about what Tessa saw yesterday. He remembers how Jenny nervously squirmed about the topic. Obviously, the show can be much worse. Still... “Do I want to know?”

“Probably not?”

“Winter, you are not great at this kind of stuff, huh?”

The drow shrugs, “First time having a boyfriend. You?”

“Yeah.”

Winter chuckles, “There were moments on my date with Mona that didn’t seem great either. I guess growing up in the post-game harem didn’t prepare me to actually be in one as well as I thought. Knowing about harem messiness doesn’t mean I can get us to avoid all of it.”

“You know you don’t have to fix everything. You probably won’t be able to if you try. Some things are for Mona to work on with the other person involved. To change the subject, how many grandparents do you have?”

“Presumably, thirteen pairs by your reckoning, maybe fourteen pairs? Not sure how to count Queen Mama’s sea elf parents that may or may not exist. Only met a few, but, to be fair, a good chunk of them were either in your world or passed on by the time I was born. Of those I met, only Calypso and Grandma Kimiko are still alive.”

“You okay with that?”

Winter again shrugs. “Elven mindset about life. The short-lived people flourish, then fade. Enjoy them while you can but don’t get too attached. If I kept mourning every beastkin friend I saw die of old age, I would not be able to get out of bed.”

Kevin sits on that. The implications unnerves him. “Wait. What does that mean about us? About Mona?”

Winter presses a hand on Kevin’s chest, feeling his heartbeat. He murmurs into the bull’s chest, “Oh, I am not worried about outliving either of you. Worst case scenario, I die soon after Mona dies due to the nature of the bond. Best case, between show nonsense and the wish, you lot live as long as I naturally would, if not all of us living a lot longer. Granted, it’s a different season, but Sam’s season isn’t over and their harem should be living a minimum of 1600 years, or, you know, over two complete elven lifespans. That’s pre-wish, assuming no more achievements earned since the start of their final round and no other zaniness.”

Kevin sits on that again. Different disturbing implications float around in his head. “Wait, what all can the wish do?”

“The wish can do a lot. There are very few limitations, outside of your imagination. No using the wish to exit the harem, kill anyone, or remove a transformation. Outside of that, it’s a matter of how complicated you can phrase your wish and how trusting you are that it won’t get monkey’s pawed. Smart winning contestants spend time planning on how to phrase it. Smart harems figure out how to maximize everyone’s wants within the broad scope of the wish.”

“So, we could wish to live forever in comfort and ease if we want?”

“Yes, if that is what the winner asks for. We do have to consider the consequences. Even the best wishes have negative repercussions. Queen Mama’s harem wasn’t so greedy as to wish for immortality, but they have outlived some of the harem’s bunny-granddaughters. Again, smart winners think long and hard before they make the wish.”

Kevin strokes Winter’s hair as he thinks on that. The drow nuzzles into the bull’s broad chest. When Kevin is ready, he continues, “So, you’re saying we all need to talk about the wish, at some point. Couldn’t we just wish the eldritch horror away? That would solve the problem.”

“Unfortunately, stopping Mr. Centipede-Cuddlefish thing is the final challenge. We got to beat it to get the wish. But, yeah, we should all talk through it. Not now, but when we know that everyone is gelling. No point in starting an argument because Tegan wants to wish for a giant sun to rise at the Haunted Castle or Mineko mindlessly wants whatever Mona wants.”

That... might actually be a good point. I still think that the conversation is getting too deep. I should get us back to something more light. “Tell me about that other grandma, Kimiko? What’s she like?”

And Winter has some stories about Grandma Kimiko. Kevin leans back to listen. It makes the time spent together more pleasant, with his hands playing with Winter’s boyish hair. I should try to watch some wishes and their effects to understand before I approach everyone to that bit of speculation.

Mona

“Are you sure that this is safe?”

“Nope,” Ootah declares, “but that’s why they gave us helmets!”

The first few slides weren’t that scary. Sure, they had some sudden drops and they went fast, but they didn’t seem insane. This slide, though, has a loop-de-loop! Who is crazy enough to put a loop-de-loop in a water slide?

Mona leans back into Ootah’s muscular frame, more than a little nervous. The orc seems to respond down there from Mona’s pressing position. They aren’t sharing an inflatable ring because Mona is scared. Well, not just because Mona is scared. Ootah wraps up the Mistress in a hug, partly to calm her, partly to ensure they fit, partly to keep Mona rubbing against her. To be fair, Mona does like the feeling of Ootah’s bulge grinding along her backside.

Ootah double checks that Mona’s helmet is secured, giving it a slight tightening around the chin strap, then they push off.

Mona’s screech of half-terror resonates on the walls of the slide, which blends with Ootah’s roar of excitement. Okay, okay, remember what Harmony said; as long as you are going fast enough, you’ll stay with the water on the outside part of the slide.

The early zigs and zags aren’t that bad, but Mona keeps shrieking. Then, the big drop. “Oh, gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd!”

The momentary sensation of gravity going the wrong way happens, then is over. The terror shifts to joy in a heartbeat. I didn’t die!!!!! They shoot out of the slide, skidding across half the deep end before the wake of water slows them down.

“Ahem, Mistress,” Ootah coughs, “little help?”

Mona turns around. Ootah is fully hard, jutting out the top of her bikini bottom.

“Did I do that to you?”

Ootah smirks, “You, the excitement of the ride, whichever one you want to give credit to.”

“Ah, I will take at least some of it. Are you wanting me to...”

“It is my weekly bounty if you’d like to try, Mistress.”

Her size is quite... intimidating. Not just her length, though that is pretty scary. Her girth. Mona wonders if she can even fit it in her mouth.

“Keep us balanced. I’m going for it. Be gentle?”

“I’m going to keep my hips still. I promise no bucking into your gag reflex.”

Mona sits up as best she can on the inflatable, then faces her meaty task. She licks the underside of Ootah’s lower head. It tastes salty. Not just the salt of the pool, but something else, something like sweat, something a bit bitter. Not a flavor Mona would seek out, but something that is relatively inoffensive. She gives it another lick, dragging her tongue forward to go across the weeping slit on top. At that, she sputters. She uses Prestidigitation to flavor Ootah like one of those green freezer pops. It feels appropriate. Then, she tries it again. The sweet, fake lime taste makes her mouth water; she manages to get the whole head in her mouth.

“Not a bad job, Mistress. Ooh, keep going.”

So, she tries to get more of that green rod in her mouth. There seems to be miles of it, from her perspective. Too soon, she feels something hit the back of her throat. She nearly sputters again; instead she starts to bob, from nearly letting the whole thing out to right before that unpleasant sensation would begin and back.

It takes effort, especially when she starts to pick up speed. The rapid fire slight hinge is a surprisingly good little workout.

While she is too focused on not spearing the back of her throat to look up, the sounds Ootah makes are very encouraging; Mona doesn’t understand them, but the tone is satisfied. The gentle strokes of Ootah’s hands along Mona’s neck and back are also encouraging. The green rod twitches and pulsates in her mouth.

“Question: are you going to try and swallow or not? Don’t know how much time you got left to decide...”

Mona keeps working on Ootah’s staff as she thinks about it. Then, with a hefty grunt, the first spurt fires. Oh, gross! She lifts off by the time the second one fires, using Prestidigitation to clean out the inside of her mouth.

Ootah: +4 XP (Mistress brought her to orgasm [blowjob], x2 bonus [first time mistress participant])

Ootah: Weekly Task Complete! Get a blowjob from Mistress +50 BP

Mona looks up, disappointed. Ootah, on the other hand, looks happy as a clam after having an orgasm.

“Not bad, Mistress, not bad at all.” Ootah declares. The last few squirts of cum oozes down her slowly softening shaft.

“But I used magic to cheat and didn’t swallow.”

“Your cute little mouth around me was great enough for a first time. We can get you trained up for the rest, if you had fun.”

Mona still pouts a little. I need to get better at pleasing my partners...

Ootah boops Mona’s nose, then asks, “Feeling brave enough to try the slide riding alone?”

Mona thinks a little. “Yeah. I think I am.”