Scarlet Date 3, Part 5: Coffee Runs and Cum Rags

Harper

I now get what Aelene was saying.

Harper is overjoyed in her reverie, her first in her new world. The waters are such a vivid shade of aquamarine that the sea elf thinks it might be fake. And the ocean here is so filled with fish. All shapes. All sizes. The water is teeming with them. She feels revitalized in a way she hadn’t in that pitch black barren ocean while undergoing the reverie in the hotel.

Wanting to discover more, she breaches the surface of the water. The sky is so cerulean. The clouds so fluffy and white. The sky is filled with seabirds.

A lone figure stands on the shore. A commanding voice shouts in Elvish, “<DAUGHTER!>”

The Queen? Harper swims towards the shore, skimming the surface like a rock skipped across a pond. Once she is out of the tide, she genuflects, saying, “Yes, my queen.”

A tip of a sword is used to lift Harper’s chin. Harper takes in the visage of her adoptive mother from one of her adulthoods. An elderly high elf, her tan skin and still copper hair glistening in the perpetual sunlight of the Reverie. Her muscles, wiry and sagging slightly with **** age, still can wield a sword with **** skill. She chides slightly, “<Such a rule-follower, my daughter, despite her tendency to speak in Common. This is the first time I have felt you in the Reverie for several months. Where are you?>”

“<Sorry, my Queen. The volcano that gives the Monastery Under the Volcano it’s name, several days south of Nimlith Grove, if I have my bearings correct.>”

“<Our Queendom has been under attack for nearly a week. I just sent your betrothed to defend the Mithrilwood Gate. You are needed at home, daughter. Return at once.>”

How do I say this? This woman is a stranger to me, outside of one set of memories I know were implanted in my head a few days ago. From what I know, she isn’t going to exactly take no for an answer.

Not hearing an immediate response, the Queen prods, “<What reason is holding you back, daughter? It must be serious.>”

Sighing, Harper stands. “<My Queen, I’ve been kidnapped by the Hotel. I’m bound by their magics. As soon as I...>”

Harper is interrupted by a hug. “<You fool of a girl. Call me mother. We are alone. No need for court etiquette now. What of Aelene?>”

“<Mother,>” Harper rolls the word in her mouth, trying it on for size. The Queen’s smile makes Harper decides she likes it. “<Mother,>” Harper decides to continue, “<Aelene is with me, though she is at the Hotel now. She defended the Gate for a fortnight before being grabbed. I shouldn’t say much more, since I think the hotel sent me back in time relative to her and you. Don’t want to cause a time paradox if I can avoid it.>”

“<Daughter, you like to overthink. I won’t pry. I am glad to hear that you are safe. I’m glad to see that you are happy. In all my years as your caretaker, your smile has never reached you eyes until this night. I do not have much time left. I will not survive the stress of the siege if it continues for much longer, that is for certain. I will hold out for as long as I can. Our people need you. Make sure the Hotel returns you soon.>”

Harper nuzzles into her adoptive mother’s shoulder. She doesn’t know when exactly she started crying, but she is. Her mother leans back and wipes some tears away, “<None of that, Daughter, none of that. I’ve lived pretty long. You need to be strong for our people. Chin up.>”

Harper sniffs, trying to stop her tears. If my actual mother was like this, the human one, would I have been so broken as to be kidnapped by the Hotel in the first place? The Queen chides again, “<Overthinking again, Daughter? A quick spar should get you out of it. Come on. Assume your battle stance.>”

Harper hops back and draws Tercanonehtar from her inventory. She starts the blade dance, bare feet perfectly stable in the sand. The Queen assumes her standard stance, sword at the ready. Harper instinctively blocks the reflection summoned to Harper’s side, much to the Queen’s shock. Harper generates a Zephyr strike and blasts towards her adoptive mother. With the flat of her blade, she delivers a blow that causes the elder elf to stagger. The Queen smirks, “<The Hotel seems to have taught you some new tricks, Daughter. You may be better than me now.>”

Harper chuckles, then Shields the twin strikes from the Queen. The pair spar back and forth, Harper holding back not to break this woman who is making herself so important as a person to the sea elf. The Queen struggles against Harper’s abilities. Soon enough, she sits in the sand, completely spent. Harper pockets Tercanonehtar back into her inventory and plops down beside the aged elf. Harper takes in the beautiful surf, the brilliant sky. She is wrapped up in a side hug, as the elder elf rests her head on Harper’s shoulder.

“<Tell me about them. My future daughter-in-laws.>”

Harper regales her new mother with tales of her girls. The aged elf shows Harper more love in those few hours than her human mother did her entire life, listening intently, offering advice, caring. Harper wants to stay in the reverie, but she knows she needs to wake. To return to reality.

But she is looking forward to seeing her mother again.

Mattie

Man, I need to get laid.

Mattie is still feeling the effects of her catsuit groping her as she snuck through the trees of this forest. She barely paid attention to the quest giver lady and got to work scoping out the scene. Some of these woolen sock wearing weirdos were patrolling the forest, some were spanking the NPCs she was supposed to rescue. A big one was spanking the quest giver’s husband(?), with a couple of escort minions. All of them march around with such squishy sodden socks that they are heard several feet away. Incredibly easy to evade, even if her suit was squeezing and pinching and rubbing her distractedly (and her egg vibe has been on since the delve with Sarge, but Mattie is mostly ignoring it).

Then, she got to work. She first created the Lust Ballista as a back-up shot. Then the astral elf started picking off the single weirdos first, letting the NPCs run away on their own. Some were downed with one revolver round. Some needed a lust ballista shot (or a second slug from her handgun). None of them were a threat.

Even when she switched over the cannon to Protector mode as some backup health to start picking off the patrols, it was barely worth it. Sure, whichever baddie she didn’t target would get a couple of whacks at her, but the temporary HP from the Protector was more than enough to absorb the rare spanking blow the weirdo could deliver before Mattie could juke back and blow it’s brains out. Easy peasy.

The guy being spanked by the big weirdo has a large puddle of jizz underneath him. The little ones are dancing in the puddle, absorbing the cum into those weird woolen socks. Mattie starts this last fight by winging one of the little weirdos in the flank. Shit. Not a great start. She takes a defensive position and the weirdos charge. Big guy slips on the cum puddle and slides most of the way to Mattie face-first. The little ones come a swinging. Ouch. Fuck, that felt too good. One of the dorks actually spanked me. I really need to get laid.

With a magic bullet summoned, loaded, and spun, Mattie fires off a perfectly positioned Shatter spell. The little one she winged explodes in a burst of cum. The other two took some damage. She shifts into another defensive position and readies for another ****. It is not big guy’s day; he got up, grabbed a rock, and tried to throw it at the astral elf. His lob was bad and he slipped again. His ammo bonks him in the back. The little one bumped her in the butt, hard enough to be felt, but not hard enough to actually cause damage.

Tease. She jukes away from the little guys attack, takes aim, and fires. One less foe.

Good news for the big guy: he successfully gets up and throws a rock. Good for him. Bad news for the big guy: his projectile lands a few feet short.

I’ll show him how to it's done. Another magic spell loaded, she hits the rock with a Catapult. The rock starts flying. It lands square in the big guy’s gut, exploding into shrapnel. She gets back to defense as the big guy charges. Ooof. He actually hit me. Jerk.

Another set of jukes. Another spell bullet. This time, she fires off 3 rays of fire; big guy looks like he’s on his last legs. Mattie feels herself spin her revolver cylinder in an odd sequence and a translucent Shield pops up to absorb most of the damage from big guy’s three-whack combo that her armor can’t. A final juke away. One more shot. The weirdos skull explodes.

Sarge is such a dork, Mattie thinks as the Final Fantasy battle win song thing plays. Let’s see Nerves beat that.

Mattie: +11 XP (Killed 20 Level 2 monsters, x0.25 penalty [over-leveled], and 1 Level 3 monster, x0.375 penalty, rounded down [over-leveled])

Scarlet

Scarlet is awoken to the sound of Tina screeching. Harper is hovering over the bonny bunny, blowing raspberries into her exposed belly.

“Stop it, cutie! Stop it! I was having such a good dream.”

Josie yawns and stretches. Harper grumpily reminds Tina, “The hut is going to end in 5 minutes. I need to get back into the suit.”

“Ok, cutie, so go do it.”

Harper starts to grumble in whalesong as she carefully crawls back into the diving suit. As the bubble pops, she is already well into the ritual to get mental walkie-talkies back on-line. When Scarlet feels the connection reestablish, she probes into the sea elf’s mind, “Bad sleep?”

“Actually, excellent reverie. Got to meet my Mom here. Aelene’s mom, not my dead sea elf mom. It’s more how much I hate this suit. It doesn’t help that the water in here is stale. It’s like breathing in farts.”

Glitterdust is stirring, having slept on her pile of pillows and treasure. With a big yawn, the dragon arches her back like a cat getting up to find a new sunbeam. With a heavy stomp, she waddles her way to the foursome, greeting, “Morning! Ready to go?”

“Actually,” Scarlet dares to ask, “can we make a detour first? Harper needs to change out the salt water in her suit and we could all use some breakfast. We can’t go north of the monastery grounds, but could we take a trip to the ocean? If it’s too much...”

Glitterdust looks at Josie, then looks back to Scarlet, “Oh, no, not a problem. There is a Lunacoin along the beach about a 30 minute flight southwest. Might be a bit longer with all of you riding ME, but it’ll be fun. Coffee run?” Glitterdust scoops up a little (for her) chunk of her treasure and pockets it into her inventory. Soon enough, all of them are riding the emerald dragon literally, Tina warbling the theme to The NeverEnding Story off-key. Harper, diving suit stored (empty) in her inventory, chuckles and Glitterdust is asking why.

The sky here is beautiful. The air here is cold. Harper wraps an arm around the oread to push her into the sea elf’s breasts, trying to lend her a little more warmth. The effort is appreciated, if not very effective.

They all land with a minor earth-shaking thud. A small walled area that looks to be a caravan rest point, with a tavern, an inn, and the aforementioned Lunacoin (which looks to be like Bobcafe?). The barista has tits big enough to annoy Tina just out in the open and cute little cow horns and ears popping out of her cowprint colored hair. The ordering experience is certainly different. Harper’s cold brew was actually the most expensive part of the order, once you ignore the size of Glitterdust’s cup. Josie’s plain black coffee was also weirdly expensive. As near as Scarlet can figure, the drinks Harper would call “silly coffee flavored milk drinks” cost about Bobcafe charges for the cheap drip coffee.

“Huh. Coffee is more expensive than milk? I guess that can make sense, considering the climate. Coffee...”

Harper has her musings interrupted by Josie loudly drooling at the barista. Scarlet turns to see why. The barista is milking herself into one of the cups? Tina is gleefully bouncing, “Ok, Boobie-Barista, I forgive you for being too big.”

Glitterdust looks at them confused, “Does Lunacoin do things differently in your world?”

Harper drinks her coffee and explains the coffee shop industry back home as the rest of the order is made. Cute little quiches make up the rest of the coffee run breakfast. “So, you’re telling ME you get all of your milk from actual cows? They are so dirty.”

“Some get milk from goats or sheep. Some claim they get milk from plants like soybeans, but they are really just drinking plant juice.”

Josie offers, “I am perfectly fine with this system. In fact...” Josie leaves the table to get a little “creamer” from the barista. Tina quips, “You know, I could get one of these on the regular.” Harper makes a face at that.

After breakfast, Harper and Josie go take a quick swim (and Harper takes the chance to refill the dreaded diving suit with fresh ocean water). Tina splashes about in the swallows. Scarlet and Glitterdust stay well on the shore, basking in the morning sun.

“You don’t want to go swim, Glitterdust?”

“Water’s too cold. You?”

“That, plus I tend to make a bunch of steam when I get in water. Kind of removes the fun.”

“Fair. No hard feelings from last night?”

Scarlet looks at the dragon, staring into the pleading eye. “It was just a misunderstanding. I appreciate your help. No hard feelings.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Glitterdust saliva steams off of Scarlet when the dragon gave her a gratitude lick. Eww. Then again, it would be hard for her to hug, considering.

Aelene

Aelene draws her vorpal double-bladed scimitar. She wandered the forest, killing the cum rags as she found them. She quickly realized that they were all too weak to actually get past her bikini armor defenses, so this has been no real challenge. She hopes the XP she earns will be sufficient.

The poor male is being abused by a much larger cum rag than the others. “Please, help me!” he begs as Aelene tromps up. She runs up to the large cum rag and lands a good 3-slash combo into the foul fey creature. The creature attempts to start a looping charge, but a quick slice to his hamstrings stopped it in it’s tracks. His gross paddle can’t get past her defenses either. This fight was over before it began.

Aelene summons her reflection beside one of the little ones that are too weak to be worth paying any real attention to as Aelene starts to burn through her special features. Triple hit on the boss. Action Surge. Triple hit on boss. Just missed the kill. Unleash her reflection. Her reflection slices the little cum rag’s head off. Critical hit. Going to have to restore the sword tonight. Maybe when Lady Skye is back to herself? She blocks the incoming whacks without even thinking about it.

She sends her reflection to cut down the other little one. Then, her sword thinks the fight is over, as it turns into it’s dildo mode as she attempts to cut down the big one as it loops into another charge. With a massive shoulder hit to the knee, Aelene stumbles and falls. Ooof.

The large cum rag attempts to stomp Aelene back down as she stands back up, but her bikini armor absorbs the blow. Pulling out her regular double-bladed scimitar from her inventory, she slices through the spot just below the sternum. The cum rag falls. Picking up her sex toy weapon, she offers a hand to the NPC. A lovely fanfare fills the air.

Aelene: +8 XP (Killed 20 Level 2 monsters, x0.182 penalty [over-leveled], and 1 Level 3 monster, x0.273 penalty, rounded down [over-leveled])

Exiting the simulation, she sees the good elf Mattie nude, masturbating in front of Lady Skye. Aelene blushes and turns away as Mattie achieves her orgasm. When she comes to, Aelene asks, “Was that necessary?”

“Yes,” the good elf replies, as she stands, “Invert the Polarity, remember? I have to masturbate for an audience to get my SP back during reverie tonight. So, about my win?”

“Good elf Mattie, check the scoreboard.”

Mattie curses like a soldier as she sees the tie. Aelene offers her hand on one of the astral elf’s shoulders. “What were you planning on asking for?”

Mattie sighs. “Sex. Harper fooling around with me is fine and all, but I need a real night of rutting and I don’t want to wait until my date night to get it.”

Aelene looks at the rope-addled Lady Skye. “Assuming the good human Dinah does not wish to take either of us on her date, I am willing to indulge you, good elf Mattie, but I need to check with someone about it first. Would that be okay?”

Mattie mumbles a tentative thanks and mopes out of the recovery room. Aelene goes over to untie Lady Skye. My betrothed’s wife. Why am I falling for her? I hope she likes what I bought. I hope she likes me back.