Nah; time for a break.

It really is quite the beautiful night. The moon is bright enough you don't have any trouble making your way down the trail. You and Beans find Huny and Imp at the base of the mountains. Huny doesn't look happy, so Imp is trying to look similarly unhappy--but honestly, you can see the half-hidden grin he has every time he glances at her so close to him. If you didn't know better, you might believe his eyes were even making it to her face and not stopping at the breasts you've had her leave on display all day.

The rogue looks up to see you with a goblin in tow. "Please tell me you did not bring one of those horny bastards with you as a pet."

"Nope. Beans, this is Hunypop149. Huny, this is Beans, the Smartest Goblin. And that's... You know, we really should give you a name, even if the system hasn't. Calling you Imp all the time isn't going to work."

"Um, I guess. But what-" he starts.

"Gimp. Gimpy. Skimpy--wait, that doesn't work. Skippy, then. Shortstack. Midget."

Each word seems to weigh the small demon down a little more. That doesn't sit right with you. "Rogue-breaker. Stud," you suggest pointedly.

"Quickshot," she shoots back angrily.

"Sire!"

"Lousy Lay!"

"Louie!" Imp shouts loudly, interrupting your battle. "I'll just go with Louie."

You both look at him and try to figure out where that name came from. Huny smirks smugly, deciding he actually took it from her 'lousy lay' comment. You can't say you agree with that reasoning, but where else he might have decided that name from you can't even guess.

"Alright, that will work. Beans, Louie."

"Whoopee, it's a reunion. Now what?" Huny asks, obviously still in a sour mood from the whole goblin affair.

"Now...we need a break. It's late. The sun is gone. Let's just...what's that word you heroes use for this?"

"Make camp."

"Yeah, that. We'll sleep, then resume introductions in the morning."

It's a good thing you have a heroine with you, too, to show you what 'making camp' means. You used to think this was just called 'going to bed,' but apparently the fact that it's in the woods and you have to prepare something soft to lay on (in this case, a good spot of ground and some foliage) means it's actually camping. Huny even teaches Louie how to build a small shelter against the wind: she tells him what to gather, where to bring it all, and how to put it together. She even gave him correction (loud, firm correction) when he was doing something wrong, so he could do it well. In almost no time he had a shaky wall that let only half of each night breeze through. Definitely better than what you (and Louie) were used to. Huny complained, but that seemed to be her default setting tonight.

You lay down on your 'bed.' Beans started to lay down a short distance away, so you grab him and pull him against your bare chest. He struggles for a bit, but you happily pull him back against your breasts--recently swollen up to D cups. "It's warmer together," you tell him, hoping that will be enough for him to rationalize sleeping between your pillows.

Huny lays down beside you, obviously a little cold in the night air. As nice as the night is, she's not used to spending a night nude. You roll over to face her (not relinquishing your grip on beans) and give her a smile. "It really is warmer together. Come in close."

She eyes you with suspicion. "You're gonna grope me."

"Only enough to keep you warm."

"I'm fine," she says, but then squeaks in surprise and turns to see what's behind her. You crane your neck to see, too. Louie has laid himself down right behind her, close enough to touch, but facing away. That's the direction the wind is coming from, too.

You lay back down and watch, genuinely interested in what she'll do.

Huny lays down and seems insistent on just going to sleep. As you watch, though, you see her occasionally shift uncomfortably. Finally she just mutters a quiet, "Fuck it," and rolls over. Her arm drapes over Louie's chest, the other snakes under his neck and lays in front of him.

With her back to you, she can't see the big grin on your face. The little charmer's winning her over after all.

With the morning, you all rise and gather in a circle.

"Alright, let's finish some thorough introductions now. I'll start," you tell the group. You're kind of excited for this; you leveled up three times yesterday and still haven't looked at what you've gained.

Shelia the Probationary Succubus
Lvl: 12
Melee Attack: 62
Ranged Attack: 40
Hit Points: 90
Mana Points: 71
Weakness:
Holy Effects: Spells, Weapons, and Creatures with the 'HOLY' keyword deal triple damage to you.
Probationary: Until you reach 15th level you must engage in some kind of sexual act with another character during each 24 hour period. Failure to do so will result in revocation of your NAMED CHARACTER status.

Special Abilities:
Throwing Knife: You may manifest an >Iron< Throwing Knife. When thrown, knife returns to You.
Flight: you can fly through the air by wings, magic, or a combination of the two. This opens other areas to you not accessible from the ground.
Fire Absorption: instead of taking damage from Fire attacks you Heal 20% of damage that would be inflicted.
Lust Whip: You may manifest a red whip dealing 1-2 damage. Enemies struck with the whip become unnaturally aroused, and may suffer from a number of random Status Effects including: Confusion, Feeble-Mind, Infatuated, Agonized, Rage, Submissive*, Masochist*, and Rolling Orgasm*.
*(Requires Mature Content Filter to be set to 'off', if Mature Content Filter is set to 'on' this effect is replaced by another available result.)
Bondage: You gain a 20% bonus to attacks with 'Entangling' weapons and effects, including but not limited to: Whips, Lassos, Nets, Bolas, and Tentacles. You also gain a 50% bonus to the difficulty to escape from bindings and manacles you have placed on a target.
Succubus Kiss 1: By kissing a target anywhere on their body, you may transfer energy and vitality between the two of you.
Cost: 5MP per Second.
Effect: One target loses 5% of their MP or HP per second, the other gains those points. This effect automatically ends when either target reaches 10% of that stat remaining or hits their maximum pool for MP or HP or the kiss is broken.
Alter Self 1: You may change your appearance to look like a range of humanoids, though not specific individuals.
Cost: 1MP per Minute.
Effect: You make yourself look like a generic member of any humanoid race roughly your own size for as long as you maintain this effect.

New Ability Learned!
Succubus Touch 1: By touching a target anywhere on their body, you may transfer strength and power between the two of you.
Cost: 25MP / 1MP per second
Effect: One target loses 20% of their Melee Attack, Ranged Attack, or Magic Attack; the other gains those points. Effect lasts until user runs out of mana or the target dies.

"That whip, that's what you hit me with yesterday?" Huny asks.

"Yeah. Infatuated is one of the more mild ones...is what I thought. But it can be pretty effective. Better than Rage, at least." You shiver a little--and tingle a little, too.

"And Louie has...?" Huny asks, turning to him.

Imp
Lvl: 3
Melee Attack: 3
Ranged Attack: 7
Weakness: none
Special Abilities:
Throwing knife: when thrown, knife returns to Imp
Flight
Immune to fire

"You didn't gain any levels?" you ask.

"I didn't...do any of the killing," he explains.

"What about Gobo here, then? What's he got?"

Beans, the Smartest Goblin
Lvl: 4
Melee Attack: 1
Ranged Attack: 11
Weakness: none
Special Abilities:
Plot: Plans made by the Smartest Goblin are twice as likely to succeed.
Study: The Smartest Goblin can learn skills from others. He can in turn teach learned skills to those capable of learning them.
A Mother's Love: Female goblins are one of the horniest creatures in all of creation. To keep them from inbreeding with their own young as soon as their sons were capable of an erection, they developed this skill. Allows a goblin to check its libido.

"The fuck?" Huny can't help but ask.

"It's true; if the Brood Mother didn't have this skill, she'd probably have bedded the entire tribe. At once. And, well, most of them are hers already."

"So this is part of why you're so different?" you ask.

"Yeah. I don't, um, feel quite the same need. As the others. I always watched the Brood Mother taking care of us, and, well... I just sorta learned."

"Which is what you do," you say with a grin. "Do you think you could learn our Knife Throwing skill?"

"If you explain it well, and show me, and maybe give me some practice...Maybe? I haven't tried learning any skills yet, so I don't know."

"We'll try that today. Now, that just leaves you, Huny."

"Okay, but... Hero stats aren't quite the same as monsters."

"Really? What's different?"

"Well..."

Hunypop149, Rogue
Lvl: 9
HP: 174
MP: 140

Stamina: 15
Strength: 24
Intellect: 10
Wisdom: 13
Dexterity: 21
Agility: 44
Charisma: 42
Luck: 66

Skills:
Dagger Wielding
Lockpicking
Stealth
Accuracy

"How does all that work? And why are they so skewed?"

"Heroes have a certain amount of choice in how they grow stronger. We place our stat points in the stats we want to grow each level. Except Charisma and Luck; we can't choose those. Nobody's really figured out how to manipulate them precisely, but your behavior affects Charisma some. I do know both of those have gone up a lot since yesterday. I've always been lucky, but it was only like a 40. And Charisma, too; that was only 31."

"Huh. So spending nearly a full day streaking raised your Charisma by 11?"

"Like I said, nobody knows!" Huny denied vehemently. "It could just be that I've had to deal with talking to you for a whole day!"

"Interesting," Beans mutters, just loud enough for you all to hear. "So the world really does treat heroes differently...But in a way, that makes it harder on you; because you have so much choice, you have many more opportunities to fail."

Huny's a little taken aback. "I'm glad you noticed," she finally says with a small humph. "And if you didn't notice, there isn't a magical stat that makes my skin hard like stone, so I need armor if I'm going to survive attacks."

"Oh, don't be worried about that. We don't have any kind of defense stat, either. We'll all just be naked together!"

Huny turns a glance at Beans. He's actually pretty clothed, especially for a goblin: baggy shorts that are almost pants on his short legs, and a ragged tunic that's two sizes too large. You can see the sentence forming behind her eyes: 'he's wearing clothes.' But, to your surprise, she bites her tongue and it doesn't come. Maybe because she was glad for his comment earlier, or maybe she just didn't want to see a naked goblin on top of a naked imp and a naked succubus all day--whatever the reason was, she didn't call him out. The goblin would stay clothed...as long as he wanted to.

"Seriously, though, if we're going to interact with other people, I need clothes! Just give them back!"

You sigh. "It's such a waste, though! Fine, is the underwear enough?"

She almost blurts out a vehement 'no,' but she catches your trick just in time. "Fine," she begrudgingly accepts. Darn. If she had said no, you would have left her nude. You pull her white lace panties and bra out of your inventory and toss them to her. You pull out her black leather jacket, too, and slide it on--but leave the chest wide open.

She looks from you to herself. "Somehow, this feels even more perverted than all being naked."

You grin. "Aren't clothes amazing?"