Skye Date 3, Part 1: Emotional Epoxy

Mattie

Everyone (save Red) rushes up the stairs, most on the warpath. The Master Suite doors open and then they see her. Harper’s eyes are puffy and red, like she’s been crying all morning. The tears streaming down her face reinforces that assertion. The scowl on her face indicates something else, something of anger and hurt and who knows what else.

Abs notices the other occupant in the room first. “Who the hell are you, Bug?!?!?”

Before the bug-lady can speak, Harper stands and puts herself between the two. The pain and hurt extends to her voice, too. “Stop. All of you. Apologies in advance, but I am not in the mood for talk back right now. Everyone, Honey. Honey, everyone. She’s my lawyer. Don’t make me explain why I need a lawyer right now, just accept that I do. She gave me an initial evaluation and hypothesized that I was targetted by a Contract Transfer spell. Daph, I need that confirmed, diagnosed, and some kind of treatment plan. Where’s Scarlet?”

Teeth, white as a sheet, mumbles, “Ms. E pulled her aside for some reason.”

“Fine. Identify takes time anyways. Will one of you that won’t have a job wait for her downstairs when I’m done and get her up here ASAP? I’ll need her. You,” pointing a finger at Sparkles, “what the fuck were you thinking with those Mark letters? You are NOT to do something like that again. Mark and I are people, not just objects for you to fetishize. And what’s with the boxes. Speak. Now.”

Sparkles, horns and spine slouching, mumbles, “I thought you needed some Harem Hotel merch, so I ordered you some.”

Harper closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She still hasn’t finished crying. “Look, I appreciate that you were trying to do something nice for me, but, again, we are not sex objects, Glitter. We’re people and we deserve respect. And those statues are NOT respectful. Return them. Put them in your horde. Whatever you want to do with them. I just don’t want to see them, okay?” Turning to the other elves, she asks, “Aelene, why is Skye crawling on the floor?”

Nerves shows a little spine, “Lady Skye wanted to bear the burden of her ropes, expecting her upgrade would let you end it before breakfast. I will not apologize for not anticipating what happened this morning.”

Harper deflates a little at that. Her apology is immediate, “Sorry Aelene. More than a little on edge right now. If you would do us the kindness of helping her get ready for our date, I would appreciate it. I’ll need a bit, but don’t want last night to ruin her date more than it already had.”

“Understood, my betrothed. I’ll do what I can. She’d do the same for me.”

“Thank you. I know she would. You three,” Harper says, pain still in her voice, “Just play nice, please? Daph, where do you want me for what I need you to do?”

“Pool?”

“Sure. Pool it is.” And, with that, Harper walks away from the group. Mattie wraps her arms around her from the back. She seizes up, drawing her sword for a moment, then puts it back, leaning into the connection. Harper whispers, “Sorry. On edge. Thank you for the hug, Matilda, but I need to get this fixed. So, if you don’t mind...”

Harper leans back and pulls Mattie’s face to her own. The sea elf presses deeply into a kiss, one that is revving up Mattie waaaay more than usual. In fact, she orgasms for the second time this morning, creaming her catsuit. The soldier releases the hug and kind of stumbles to the ground. With the slightest smirk, Harper winks and dives in the pool. Now, how did she pull that off?

Mattie: +4 VP (Mistress Brought Slut to Orgasm [Kiss the Slut, Succu-style], x2 bonus [First Time Slut Participant])

Daphne

Daphne would normally enjoy swimming with her Beloved. But, when she got close to her at the bottom of the pool, her telepathy went a little haywire. So much hurt there. Unnaturally so.

Daphne starts ritually casting Detect Magic. Harper continues to softly cry, her tears mixing in with the sea water. The mermaid wants to just wrap her Beloved up in a hug, to squeeze the pain away. The residual magical effect is blinding. She drops concentration almost immediately. Yup. Stupid high level conjuration spell.

To switch over to Identify, she has to touch her Beloved. She swims down and gives her a hug. It hurts. Harper’s emotional turmoil hurts. Daphne tries her hardest to concentrate on the ritual. It’s difficult, she fumbles a couple of times, but eventually manages it. The results are bad. Really, really bad.

Giving her Beloved a kiss, she swims to the surface and pulls herself out of the pool. She shimmies towards the front door as her weird human legs slowly reform. Scarlet has returned by the time Daphne gets half way there.

“How is she? How bad is it?” Scarlet looks worried.

“Bad. Residual effects of a Contract Transfer spell. Soul integrity down to 85% or so. Would have to bust out some real equipment to get an exact measure. **** emotional instability. Both will return to normal, more or less, over the next several months. Soul integrity will probably stabilize at about 98% or so. She’s aware of the problem and is demanding help.”

“Wait. Soul integrity?” the oread's worry turns to shock.

“Understand that this is not my specialty, so you’d have to bug someone else for the true nitty-gritty. The spell that binds us to her uses her soul as an anchor. While the spell was cast about as well as it could be, it still requires basically a chunk of her soul to be gouged out. The soul will heal, but some amount of trauma will remain. Spiritual equivalent of scar tissue. She’ll need help, Scarlet.”

“And we’ll get her that help. Anything you can do for her on your end?”

Daphne sighs, “Not me. Glitterdust, maybe? Her psychic abilities are much better than mine.”

Scarlet picks the mermaid off the floor; her legs have finished reforming. “Then I got this, Daph. Trust me.”

Glitterdust

Glitterdust is grumbling as she picks up her very thoughtful presents for her MtF goddess. She feels a couple of hands wrap around her waist, her spines pressed into her body, a kiss on the side of her neck. “Hey, Sparkles,” the voice whispers, “it’s okay. Sarge isn’t really mad. She might have thought it funny, in different circumstances.”

Glitterdust sniffs a little. Mattie has cum recently. She turns to face her sex bud.

“Are you sure MY MtF goddess will forgive me?”

That earns Glitterdust a love bonk on the head. The sexy dragon decides to step away and finish cleaning up her mess at that. Mattie answers, “She probably already has. I mean, if I understood things correctly, she wanted to let Vix go a few hours after the girl tried to **** her.”

Mentioning the MtF goddess blasphemer ruffles Glitterdust’s spines. But thinking back to that does provide some solace. “So, MY MtF goddess will love me?”

“Sure, Sparkles. You just need to try to treat her like a person. You can do that, right?”

With the last present popped into her inventory horde, Glitterdust squeals, “I’ll show you treating her like a person!”

Mattie starts to juke and dodge, cackling like a maniac. Glitterdust is on the pursuit. I’ll get her!

Josie

Tina sat down for like 2 minutes after getting Scarlet caught up downstairs. She’s not exactly enjoying the tension at the dining room table. Looking for a reason to escape, she declares, “Ooooh, Mattie and Glitterdust sound like they are having fun. I’m going to go join them. Bye, cutie.”

Josie nods, accepts a quick peck on the lips, then continues to glower at the bug. The bug just calmly sits, reading files and sucking on some dark amber colored goo through a straw. It’s annoying. The fish ends up joining them at the table, her business with the old lady and Scarlet done. Daphne says, “Hey, Honey was it? Hi, I’m Daphne, your friendly neighborhood dungeon mermaid. A pleasure meeting you! So, how’s it going with whatever you are here for? Anything I can do to help? I used to be on staff!”

“I am aware, Ms. Daphne. I am familiarizing myself with your season right now. Outside of making yourself available for a deposition if the need arises, the best help you can offer is to let me focus. Thank you.”

“Oh,” Daphne mopes, “okay.”

The bug continues to read. Josie tries her best to read the files, but they seem to be written in a language she can’t comprehend. The files do have pictures though. She watches some panic flash through the bug’s big bug eyes after flipping past a page with Josie’s face. “Actually, Ms. Daphne, if you would be amenable to moving about 10 feet that way,” the bug asks, pointing at the living area couch, “that would be appreciated.”

Daphne, the dope, actually starts to move. “Wait, Fish, don’t move ‘cause the Bug asked you to. She’s the one intruding on the old lady’s space.”

“What do you want from me, Ms. Wulf?” the bug pointedly asked.

What do I want from her? She’s hot, for a bug, I guess, but...

“Look,” the bug continues, “this is my one shot at making full associate before I have to retire in a few months. So, if you will please just let me get caught up on the insanity they’ve ran you through, I can get on with my job.”

“Wait.” Daphne interrupts, “You look perfectly fine. Why would you need to retire?”

“I’m nearly 4 and a half.” the bug states, deadpan. This she flips back through the files, “and neither of you are from a dimension where my species resides, so that doesn’t mean much. My kind reaches sexual maturity at about 3 months from hatching, most of which is spent eating our way through whatever spider creature our mother implanted us into. Average lifespan for females of my kind is approximately 5 years. I have one, maybe two months left until I won’t be able to function sufficiently to keep working. So, this case may very well be my only career accomplishment in life.”

Daphne vocalizes Josie’s feelings, “That’s sad.” Then after a pause, the fish takes it too far, “Anything we can do to help? I mean, you’re helping my Beloved with... something. Least we can do is try to help you. Fair is fair, right?”

The bug stares straight at Josie, a knowing grin on her face. “Let me think about it. I’ll be on set for a few days dealing with Ms. O’Connor’s business. I’m sure that, if this business goes well, I can find a task suitable for repayment.”

Scarlet

Scarlet is sitting in Harper’s lap, trying her best to act like something close to a professional. Whether she’s a professional stripper or psychiatrist, she doesn’t quite know. Harper’s still crying. She’s hurting so much.

“So, love, on a scale from 1 to 10...”

Harper interrupts, “Oh, this is off the scale. Closest I felt to this was when Identity, Interrupted stole my voice. Even that was mild compared to this.”

Scarlet understands better than Harper could believe. The range of treatments she is envisioning includes things way too **** for her Mistress. Way too ****. “So, how do you want to play this, love? I can’t exactly offer anything other than sex stuff for treatment and I’m sensing many options are going to be too...”

Harper, sobbing, simply states, “At least enough to take the edge off of the soul damage trauma. I need to be able to function for all of you. I did make a promise to someone to try to get over the natural part of my hurt naturally. I intend to keep it.”

Scarlet gives Harper her prescription. Harper smiles slightly and nods. “I was going to do that anyways.” Lifting Scarlet up, she walks through the Suite, gathering her harem. With a nod to Honey, she says, “I have show business to do for now, Ms. Honey. If you need anything else from me, give me a text. There is an art gallery that none of us want to use on site, if you need a place to work in peace. Everyone out. Time for me to get my first treatment in before my date starts.”

Skye

Skye comes back to herself feeling spent. Her lady love hovers over her, trying her best to smile. Her other love, Lady Aelene, has offered her lap as a pillow. Skye feels both loved and a little confused. “Wha... where are we?”

“The Green Room, Lady Skye. And, with you well again, I shall take my leave.” Lady Aelene gently slides out from under Skye and heads to the door. Skye looks around the Green Room. It is as green as the name implies. Scarlet and Ms. Mattie are both here, too. Scarlet looks a little anxious. Ms. Mattie is cleaning her blasphemous gun, looking determined.

“Oh, thank you both for checking on me, but I’m okay now. I was wanting a private date. My lady love, are you ready to go?”

Ms. Mattie speaks first. “I’m going with, Mrs. Skye. No arguments.”

Skye sputters. Her lady love’s eyes narrow, “Why?”

“I heard what her Eilistraee wants her to do and, if you want to avoid bloodshed, I’m your best shot. You’ll need me there, Sarge.”

“I don’t know what you have planned, my lovely little wife, but if that’s true, I want Mattie there. And, before you ask, Eilistraee ordered Scarlet to come with. That okay, love?”

Skye mumbles, “It’s dangerous to invoke The Lady by name.” Harper gives her a kiss on the cheek, whispering an apology. “Fine. If it’s The Lady’s will.”

The bondage angel appears, quest papers in hand. “Alright, don’t worry about starting so late, Skye. Timey-wimey nonsense means you will have all of the time you planned for on your date. Here are your quests, though I think most of you can guess what they are this time. I will apologize that we cannot get you exactly where you planned on starting, so be prepared to have a little hike. You may wish to pack your stuff in physically instead of relying on your inventory. It’s a nice fall day, at least.”

Fall? As Harper and Ms. Mattie both pull out full-sized backpacks to load equipment into, Skye reads her paper, seeing what she expected (more or less): Skye’s Commune Date Quest: Save The People of Your Community From Imminent Destruction. Rewards: Improvements to Chosen by Eilistraee and +1 Intelligence.

Then, they all are on the far edge of the community. Specifically, in the very cold river on the other side of the community fence line. A dirt path, looking more heavily trod than usual, surrounds Mrs. Ferguson apple orchard. Ms. Mattie pulls out some heavy duty wire cutters from her pack and starts to cut through the fencing. Skye was about to yell at Ms. Mattie for damaging community property, when Harper points out a patrol coming up the trail. Males! Unsupervised! With blasphemous guns!

“<Shit!>” Ms. Mattie whisper-shouts, “<Find cover! Hit the dirt!>”

Everyone scrambles into the riverbank. The patrol marches by. They hear a voice whisper-shout after a bit, “<Psst, Adventurers, coast is clear. C’mon. Let’s go!>” Skye pops her head over the embankment to see a pair of red iris eyes in the foliage on the other side of the treeline. Sheryl?