Scarlet Date 2, Part 2: Scouting, Scores, and Spars

Josie

“Hey, Skye, wait up!”

The naked drow turns around, asking, “Is there something you need, Ms. Josie?”

“Wanna hang out?”

“Um, sure, Ms. Josie. Want to help me make some firewood? I’d prefer to wait until evening, but, if you want, we could get started now.”

Firewood? Why does Skye need firewood? “I was thinking a quick jaunt in the dungeon. You and me. Bonding experience. I need to catch up to our old lady.”

The farmhand sighs and mutters something in her lyrical gibberish. “It seems a terrible idea to go in without meeting minimum requirements. Remember what happened to Ms. Tina and Ms. Scarlet?”

“Aw, c’mon. This is entirely different. My girlfriends were definitely unprepared. Scarlet went in as a civilian, too. And the recovery room isn’t a sex dungeon anymore, outside of a small section for Tina. Worst thing happens, we get our asses kicked and we hang out in the recovery room for a bit before I help you with your firewood situation.”

“Alright, Ms. Josie. Let’s go,” Skye replies, unenthusiastically.

Soon enough, they are in the dungeon. It looks different from last time. A plain white room, with 4 doors, each numbered, from left to right. The “Level 1” door has 2 clear times and the “Level 3” door has a clear time and a skull. Before Skye could try to talk the gym girl into being sensible, Josie walks into the “Level 4” door. She hears Skye muttering as she catches up.

The level looks very different. Gone is the World War One trench motif. Instead, it looks like a high class BDSM brothel. Chains and ropes hang from the ceiling, the walls made of matte black panels. Red lights give the hallway a dull ominous glow. German industrial metal softly plays. The floors feel kind of like the safety mats at the gym. Skye looks completely out of her depth. If Josie is honest with herself, she is overwhelmed too.

“Ms. Josie. I don’t like this. Maybe we should come back with a bigger group?”

“We’re committed. Look at it this way: we’re scouting so when the big group comes next time, we know what’s up.”

The two slowly creep down the hall, Josie looking everywhere. Skye seems waaaay more timid than usual. The gym wolf barely sees the foe in time to avoid the bulk of the surprise attack. A shiny black pseudopod wraps around her right hand, shaping itself into a mitten. He hand burns with arousing energy. Weird?

The creature, a blob of shiny blackness, fills the entire hallway as it drops from the ceiling. Josie’s bloodlust rises, filling her with a manic glee as her claws grow to a ridiculous size; her right hand claws even poke out of the mitten, so it’s not completely worthless. Her left and right swipe combo turns 1 giant blob into 3 blobs, 1 halved and 2 halved again. The biggest of the three blobs shoot out a pseudopod, blasting Josie’s crotch and wrapping around her waist. It forms a dildo and starts pumping, tearing through her thong. Fuuuuck. It hurts so good.

Skye, struggling to comprehend even what’s going on, summons her estoc and misses her thrust at one of the smaller blobs. A pseudopod hits her in the left arm, securing her arm to her side. Then another gives the girl a similar dildo belt to hers. She groans in pleasure.

Josie strikes at the biggest of the blob. It splits in half, then the blob that takes the right hand swipe stays firm. The blobs, too busy adjusting to their new number and sizes, hold back. The dildo in Josie’s pussy, on the other hand, pounds harder. Josie pants, trying to resist the painful pleasure. Skye misses her attack again, but at least dodges away from the blob onslaughts, resisting the pleasure of the dildo better than the wolf.

Josie’s next double swipe doesn’t drop the blob she focuses on. A blob wraps her left upper arm to her breast. The pussy dildo pounds into her sooooooo hard. Can’t last much longer. Josie watches at the blob she attacked is hit with a silvery spike and dissolves into nothing. She hears a keening whine from Skye. So horny.

Josie tries to kill another blob. Her pinned arm barely misses the blob, but her mittened hand smacks it good. The blob responds by shoving a pseudopod up her ass. Both dildos pump her insides in sequence. It’s too much. It’s too...

Skye

“Ms. Josie!”

Skye finally hit one of these disgusting ooze things with her estoc, then quickly scurries away. She’s worried for Ms. Josie, who still seems to be under **** from the vile thing in her special place. The one stirring inside her burns her with painful pleasure, but she grits and fights it’s insidious influence. The oozes surround her. No scurrying now.

She fires off her final cast of Magic Missiles. One silvery bolt to each. One of the oozes dissolves, but the other two connect. She feels more vile items insert themselves. One in her mouth, the other up her butt? All 3 devious devices vibrate, rattling her body, her mind. She resists the urge to give it, to paw at her little button. Thrusting her sword at one of the oozes, it doesn’t matter that she strikes true. Her world turns black as she is consumed by the burning pleasure.

Scarlet

“Whooohooo!”

Scarlet is ecstatic as she jumps a militia jeep off of a small ramp. Driving was scary to begin with, but now it’s so fun! Especially on this off-road track used to train for emergency military maneuvers. The jeep shudders as it lands, wheels spinning. The track turns left, and Scarlet skids the jeep as she keeps her foot on the floor while executing the turn. The puddle’s next. Muddy water splashes as she hits it, windshield wipers doing more smearing of mud than anything else. The engine sputters and dies by the time Scarlet gets back to the starting line. Scarlet whines, “Awww! I thought I’d get another lap in!”

“<Flooded the engine. The ol’ girl couldn’t take it anymore.>”

They are both covered in mud. Francis is still smiling, asking, “<Hit the showers?>”

“Yes, please.”

Francis hops over his door and moves to her side. He offers his arm as he opens her door. Scarlet gladly takes it and the two head over to a barracks. He throws his mud-soaked clothes into a washing machine, only keeping on his boots. She soon does the same. They head, hand in hand, to the barracks showers. He takes a hose to clean off their boots, then he leaves them to air-dry just outside the showers proper.

The shower starts chaste enough. Hosing off the mud takes the bulk of their attention. Even so, she can’t help but notice that he is erect. She wraps her arms around his waist, asking, “Hey, if you’re up for it, I thought that we could do something a little... fun.” She summons a condom from her inventory.

Scarlet: -5 BP

“<Wait. What? I wouldn’t...>”

“Hey, I’ve have sex a couple of times with guys in high school. I know what I’m planning this evening and I have a feeling that, if we do that without letting you actually use it once, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. Wondering what might have been. So, I’ll gladly let you try it with me.” She leans in on her tiptoes and gives him a kiss. He kisses back.

Scarlet: +2 VP (Kiss the Girl)

“<If you’re sure. But, how did you even find a condom my size? I’m not exactly normal down there anymore.>”

“Simple. Magic.” She shows him the packaging as she squats down to place the condom. Once the ring touches the base of his crotch it shrinks down to be the perfect size. And, whew, does the condom need to shrink. Granted, the PP did a number on him. She remembers how average sized he was on their first date. Now, he’s about an inch long and as thick as her pinky. “What a cute little girl cock.” she coos, giving it a kiss on the latex sheathed tip. Francis moans. She takes his hand and leads him to a shower wall. She presses her back against the tile, lifting a leg to wrap around his waist. He hesitates, awkwardly trying to position it.

“<What if I’m too small?>”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve never been able to cum from penetration alone. If you want, give my clit a gentle rubbing. It’ll be good for both of us.” She pulls him in for another kiss. He presses his body against hers, his breast teasing her nipples. Is he in? Hard to tell. He starts to slowly thrust, his face contorted in frustration.

“Grab my butt. Support my weight. I’ll help you get there.”

To his credit, he cups both her ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze. She wraps her other leg around his waist and starts to pull him in. She can see he’s in, but can barely feel anything. She squeezes as tightly around it as she can, but it doesn’t seem to help that much. She slips a hand down to rub her clit. His frustration seems to be rising, bringing him to the verge of tears.

“<Almost there. I’m so pathetic.>”

She pulls herself off the wall, twisting them around and pushing him back. His back hits the wall. She bears her entire weight down on his hips, squeezing him as tightly as she can. Then she leans in to whisper, increasing the intensity of her rubbing the whole time, “You’re not pathetic, Francis. You’re becoming a woman. Nothing wrong for a woman to have a quick trigger. That way, she can orgasm over and over and over again. Cum for me. Cum away the remnants of the manhood you are shedding away. Embrace being my multi-orgasmic mistress. Cum for me.” Francis emits a whining moan and falls over the edge of climax, sliding down to sit on the shower floor. Scarlet brings herself there soon thereafter. They both catch their breath.

Scarlet: +20 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Vaginal Sex] x2 Bonus [Took Master’s Clitty Virginity])

Scarlet: -5 VP (Master Felt Inadequate)

Scarlet slips off of him while his eyes are still closed, tears dripping down his face. The condom has a tiny little dribble of extremely watery cum inside of it. She pops it off, ties it, and throws it into her inventory for disposal later. He wouldn’t take that very well. She then rests her face on his breast.

“How you feeling, Francis?”

“<It’s rare I agree with the fucking voice in my head, but it is right now. If that is what being a man is like, I don’t want to be one anymore.>”

Dinah

Dinah is tired. Exhausted. Ignoring how uncomfortably full her breasts are, she feels so hopeless, even with the power of the kitty taking the bite out of her emotional state.

It doesn’t help that the damned fish girl is dragging her around. Not giving her a moment alone. The others haven’t let her have a moment alone since yesterday morning. Dinah doesn’t understand why. She is obviously worthless until her true love, with her fluffy tails, saves her from this plight.

Daphne kicks open the Media Room. It looks mostly like an old timey cinema, with a number of recliners pointed at a curtained screen. The area where the bottom rows would be, however, is a saltwater tank. 4 mermaids are sitting in it, one of which is chained down tight, struggling and gnashing her teeth. The mermaids seems to be arguing in their weird whale song sounding language. Eventually, the entire room shakes as the operatic voice of the producer bellows, “English, ladies. Don’t be rude to Ms. Hornblower.”

The lionfish patterned mermaid (I think her name is Ariel?) speaks first, “Apologies, Ms. Producer. As loath as I am to tolerate this traitor, I understand she is the Master’s representative in this situation. But, if she is unable to fix my frenzy members, her presence will no longer be tolerated. So, let’s get on with this.”

Daphne sets Dinah down, saying, “Please stay here. Just want to try this before we work on you. Okay?”

Dinah has the courtesy to wait until Daphne is in the water to try to book it out of the room. She makes it about 5 feet before she lurches to a stop. In her mind, she hears the producer say, “Poor girl. So abused. Trust me. I will restore what I can. Stay.” Then, she feels herself walk to a recliner and sit down. She’s trapped, **** to watch the scene in the tank.

Daphne approaches Zoe first. She touches the lanky mermaid and casts some spell. Then Zoe starts crying all over again, blubbering in the whale song language. Daphne looks disturbed. Ariel screams at the producer, “Did this traitor fake her spell?”

“No, she cast it correctly. The triggers placed in Zoe’s mind have been removed. Would a Zone of Truth assuage you, Ms. Ariel?”

The lionfish mermaid nods and the room shimmers in sparkling light. Dinah feels she cannot lie. Great. More constraints.

Daphne moves onto the chained mermaid as one of the mermaids starts hen-pecking at a computer. Casting the spell again, the other mermaid continues to thrash, sounding even more angry in it’s bellowing whale song. Ariel fumes. The other mermaid helpfully distracts them with, “Got her current livestream location ready to live cast on the screen. Maybe it will show us what she’s up to.” Only the chained mermaid continues to rage; the rest focus on screen. Dinah doesn’t understand what she’s watching. It seems the camera is following nothing.

Francis

After the shower incident, Scarlet wanted to learn some other militiaman skills. So, Francis takes her to the indoor shooting range. Quickly realizing that she is not comfortable with firearms, he pulls out a couple of compound bows and a whole mess of arrows with practice arrowheads. Handing her one, he walks her through the basics of archery. The two are shooting at a couple of archery targets. He feels the power of his Elven Accuracy Feat improving his aim dramatically. The worst shot he made landed in the 8 ring about 75 yards away (which really pushes the limits of the bows on base). Scarlet is doing less well. But she’s having some amount of fun.

“Hey! I hit the target!”

“<Good job.>” He lets loose. Bullseye on the 50 yd target. He smiles.

“How much of that is old you versus how much from transformations?”

“<I was the militia archery instructor for a bit. On a good day, I’d make a nice grouping on the 50 yard target here. Things are trickier outdoors, but I’d have more kill shots than not. Now though, between elven memories in my head and the class transformation, I’d be a monster on the outdoor range. You want to try it?>”

“Don’t want to be embarrassed. Feeling better now?”

“<Physical exertion helps me vent. I’m sure you’d tell me to do something more productive, though.>”

“Oh, I get it. I tap dance.”

He snorts. She smirks, then adds, “You wanna dance, Francis? I’m sure I can take you.” She summons her glaive.

“<Oh, how fair is this going to be, Scarlet? My magic is tapped out for the day, twice over.>”

“You do have 2 levels on me. That makes it fair enough.” She takes a defensive position, waiting to begin.

“<Fair. Fight to first blood or...>”

“Just tell me how beautiful I am to surrender.”

Francis pops his clothes (except for his boots) into his inventory, then pulls out his long sword. Scarlet jumps in the air to plunge the blade of the glaive straight down on him. Dodging out of the way, he takes one kick to the face, the other way off-mark. She positions herself slowly rotating around the pole.

Francis begins the bladesong, chanting in Elvish a sparring tune, and strikes with the flat of his blade. Don’t actually want to hurt her. She yelps regardless.

She spins around the pole and hits him so hard in the breasts that Francis stumbles a step or two out of the way of her quick follow-up kicks. Regaining the dance form, his follow-up strike fails due to Scarlet performing the splits to get herself out of the way. She somersault kicks him, then he dodges what should be her last flurry of blows. With her overextended, she whacks her in the back with the flat of his blade again.

They both aim for where the other was with the next clash of blows, both hitting air. He hears her curse, an item effect apparently failing. He adds a leg stretch to his dance steps, and she moans. He feels a slight trickle of SP return. She must be mad, as her next 2 blows hit hard and fast. Grunting, he pops back his ass and swings for the spinning stripper monk. A moan and an “ouch” are his rewards. He feels his SP pool slowly fill. A few more points to go.

Overhead kick to the shoulder, followed by a side kick to the face. Ooof. Stumbling slightly away again, he thrusts both his blade and breasts forward, only for her to rotate the opposite direction to avoid the blade and boobs. Forward flip kick, followed by a knee to the chin. Double oof. Starting to see stars, he’s had enough.

“<Scarlet, I wish I was half as gorgeous as you.>”

She stops her pole dance of pain, glowing with joy. Sticking a finger inside of her shorts, her hands come out sticky. She smears her femcum on the blade and it falls over. Finally, she offers her not-sticky hand to him.

“Francis, you already are.” And, his girlie moan lets him know that she both meant it as a compliment and spoke the truth. He smiles, fiddling with his ring with Haste stored on it. Glad I didn’t use this. I’ll beat her next time.

Scarlet: +2 XP (Beat a Level 5 player x0.5 penalty, rounded down [sparring])