Skye Date 3, Part 3: Nondetections and Nondisclosures

Mattie

Mattie has her choked out soldier secured with zip ties. Now, time for a little tinkering. She fiddles with the soldier’s radio, breaking the positioning tracker. Once that’s done, she takes a deep breath and gets on the horn, “Captain Matilda McMattersen, service number 14 571 218. Need to talk to the operation commander immediately. I repeat. Captain Matilda McMattersen, service number 14 571 218. Need to talk to the operation commander.”

Shots fired nearby. Shit. Scarlet got hit. Still up. Good for her.

The radio squawks, “Captain, you are to report to base command immediately, you have been AWOL for months. You need to be debriefed.”

More shots fired. The radio squawks again, “Captain, where are you? We are hearing shots fired in the distance.”

Mattie crouch walks out of her patch of overgrown field, saying, “Gotta go! Reinforcements are bound to be incoming.” The two take a looping route back to the Kimura farmhouse. All the while, the radio squawks demands for Mattie to turn around and submit. Finally, they make it to the vineyards. They slow down. Mattie finally answers, “I’m not coming in. Just get the commander on the horn, now. This is an H-event, not an L-event. I repeat. This is an H-event, not an L-event.”

“H-event? L-event?” Scarlet asks.

“H for Hotel. This show is a known entity to the governments ‘round the world. Some of ‘em even have deals with the show. In fact, ol’ Meggie Briefcases won her season and got herself declared Harem Queen for Prince Harry a while back. L for Lovecraft. More traditional world-ending cosmic horror. Reaper Division is supposed to approach H-events differently. Less ‘shoot first, ask never’, more ‘ask first, maybe shoot later.’ If I can get the operation commander to understand that these people have been hit with the old Harem Hotel magic, maybe they’ll calm the fuck down.”

Watching the oread turn ashen was kind of funny. Too bad a potential tease opportunity was ruined by the radio squawking back, “This is Colonel Sanders, Captain. I am ordering you to come to base. Now.”

“No can do, Colonel.”

“That’s rank insubordination, Captain. What possible reason do you have to ignore the order of a superior?”

“Part of the reason I know that this is an H-event is that I’ve been sucked up in it. Hotel got me.”

Neither woman seems to breathe as the radio goes silent. When the radio starts squawking again, Mattie is not happy with the answer. “Where is your location, Captain? The radio you probably stole seems to be damaged.”

“‘Cause I broke it. We have a way to end this without bloodshed. Will you call your men back and turn off the anti-dimensional breach field so we can do it? None of these people will bother you again.”

“No.” The radio blasts out a series of bleeps. A sign of a high-priority order. “Attention Reaper Division. The enemy has turned one of our own. A Captain Matilda McMattersen. You are to consider her armed and dangerous. Shoot on sight. I want her corpse on my desk by nightfall.”

Well, shit.

Daphne

Honey offered to help scout the boss room. She made a little wasp and sent it in first, seeing through it’s eyes. A big gray frog lady with huge tits. Then, the bug dies from an unseen thing.

Josie, not one to think things through, just lunges ahead at the boss. She deals okay, but not great damage. Daphne has a different worry. She strides into the room and lands her purple swirly sphere directly into the ledge about the hole she entered. Two green sluuts jump down and chomp on her. You call that a bite? Daphne winces, feeling horny, but still in control.

Tina fires a shot of light at one of the sluuts as Aelene dashes by, juking around the green ones. She can’t quite get to the gray one in time to land a hit, but she leaves a reflection behind to land a hit next turn. Glitter fires off another psychic lance, this time at the boss, square in her noggin. The boss looks completely out of it.

“<Spikes coming down, Ms. Daphne!>” the wasp-girl shouts as she finishes her chant in Elvish. And Daphne sees the pokey barbs sticking out of the ground all around her. Daphne hears the boss die as she examines the field around her. Time for some fun!

“Screech!” Daphne shouts as she takes to the air, dodging and weaving around the frog-ladies. She finds a lovely mouse to snag and starts to eat it. Her owl brain doesn’t pay much attention to the rest of the fight.

Aelene

Aelene watches as Tina flings another one of her Fireballs. The foe, filled with lust for the good hoppalong, charges through the spikes. They chomp down on her despite bleeding from dozens of puncture wounds. Tina resists masturbating, barely.

Aelene orders her reflection in position. Her vorpal blade starts its harvest of blood. Triple strike drops one of them. Action surge. Triple strike on the other. Not quite down. Unleash reflection attack. Still alive. Bonus attack swipe? Crit. Her sword crits on the final possible hit of 8. The other frog drops, headless, as her sword turns back into the sex toy. Who am I going to use this on tonight?

Aelene: +24 XP (Killed 2 Level 7 monsters, x0.583 penalty [overleveled], 4 Level 8 monsters, x0.667 penalty [overleveled], and 1 Level 9 monster, x0.75 penalty [overleveled], x0.667 penalty at the end [party size])

Daphne: +26 XP (Killed 2 Level 7 monsters, x0.636 penalty [overleveled], 4 Level 8 monsters, x0.727 penalty [overleveled], and 1 Level 9 monster, x0.818 penalty [overleveled], x0.667 penalty at the end [party size])

Glitterdust: +29 XP (Killed 2 Level 7 monsters, x0.7 penalty [overleveled], 4 Level 8 monsters, x0.8 penalty [overleveled], and 1 Level 9 monster, x0.9 penalty [overleveled], x0.667 penalty at the end [party size])

Honey: +36 XP (Killed 2 Level 7 monsters, 4 Level 8 monsters, and 1 Level 9 monster, x0.667 penalty at the end [party size])

Honey: XP held in reserve until she becomes a full-time party member

Josie: +24 XP (Killed 2 Level 7 monsters, x0.583 penalty [overleveled], 4 Level 8 monsters, x0.667 penalty [overleveled], and 1 Level 9 monster, x0.75 penalty [overleveled], x0.667 penalty at the end [party size])

Tina: +26 XP (Killed 2 Level 7 monsters, x0.636 penalty [overleveled], 4 Level 8 monsters, x0.727 penalty [overleveled], and 1 Level 9 monster, x0.818 penalty [overleveled], x0.667 penalty at the end [party size])

The good barrister Honey buzzes over to fetch the party wizard, who seems to have caught a mouse (from the tail sticking out of her mouth). The good hoppalong Tina freaks out by the good temporary bird, hiding behind the good luchtoni Josie. After slurping it down, the owl slowly turns back to a mermaid. “Did I just eat a fuzzy thing?”

“Yes, good mermaid Daphne.”

Daphne makes a face. “Dumb bird brain. Anyways, loot?”

The good luchtoni Josie already pulled out the loot chest and cracked it open. A scroll, a tiara, a couple of books, and a collar. The good(?) zemeitsa Glitterdust looks especially excited by the collar, insisting that Daphne identify it first. The group heads to the recovery room to relax and check equipment.

As the good mermaid Daphne gets to work identifying things, the good barrister Honey waves everyone goodbye. Aelene jogs after her.

“You do not have to leave, good barrister Honey.”

“I appreciated the distraction. It was enlightening, but I must get back to work.” And the wasp-girl walks towards the Host Office room. I suppose I should go schedule my date now, while I wait. Let’s go see Prudence.

Glitterdust

Glitterdust is super excited. Tell me what MY collar is going to do already! I want to be marked as owned by MY MtF Goddess!

So, when Daphne explains her new collar, she snatches it and puts it on. It’s shiny and green and Glitterdust wants it on her now. MINE!

Tamed Dragon Collar: When this collar (and only this collar) is worn, it is perfectly normal and acceptable for the wearer to be naked. Warning: Prolonged usage may induce a pet play kink.

“So, Glitter got a collar like the one we gave Allie?” Josie looks disappointed.

“Not exactly. The kink is different. Same basic principle, though. Can I get back to identifying the rest?”

Glitterdust summons a pile of treasure and spreads it out just so. She curls up into a comfy little ball and yawns. Time for a nap!

Josie pokes the dragon awake. She arches her back, spines wavering. Counting her treasure as she returns it to her inventory, she is happy that her harem-sisters didn’t try to steal from her. She thereupon lazes her way into Tina’s and Josie’s laps, bellyside up. Josie looks irritated, but Tina gives her a tummy rub. This is nice!

Daphne hands out the scroll to Tina and a book to Josie. She begins her explanation, “So, the other items are more useful for combat. For Tina, a scroll of Prayer of Healing. New spell. Helps heal the party during a rest. I guess we cleared that fight without taking enough damage to justify healing during the fight, but a top off here would be fine? Anyways, for Josie, another stupid powerful item. Erotica of Bodily Health. Masturbating to the text of the body will permanently increase your Endurance and max endurance by 1, in exchange of making you permanently more horny. Good thing you have a Tina to satiate, eh? Aelene got something similar, but for Dexterity. Finally, for me, a Tiara of the Whore Wizards. Gives me some bonus armor, magical resistance, and some bonus spell damage, in exchange for a desire to sell my body. Good thing I also have a Tina to satiate, maybe? We never really defined what we are to each other yet.”

“Okay,” Tina states, “I am officially taking you on a date tonight after your shift restocking your store.”

Daphne smiles and equips her tiara. “Well, I guess I should get started on that, then. See you in a bit.”

Tina eats her silvery scroll burrito, noting it tastes like happiness. Josie suddenly gets up, much to the chagrin of Glitterdust (who was enjoying resting her head on the wolf-girl’s sexy thighs). “Glitter, can you handle delivering Aelene’s book to her? I gotta go jill myself off to mine for a while, apparently.”

Glitterdust gives the gym girl a thumbs-up. Josie walks away, mumbling something about how she should be the only one with a collar. Well, if she wants to be MY MtF goddess’s pet, she should dress like one.

Skye

“<Mother, you will NOT speak to my wife like that!>”

Skye tries to glare her Mother into apologizing. It was a solid effort but Mother Kimiko has nerves of steel. Instead, Mother Kimiko sits at her spot of the family dinner table, directing Skye to sit as well, “<Fruit of my womb, I am glad that you have grown a spine, but stop. Sit.>”

Skye sits. Mother Kimiko starts, “<We will deal with that... thing later. For now, it’s been a few months and everything has fallen apart. April and Storm left that night. Estelle... Estelle left a few nights later. I thought our love would be enough. It was not. Knowing that The Lady can hear me now is a cold comfort. Fruit of my womb, what would you have me do?>”

Skye stands up to give her mother a hug, tears streaming, “<I’m so sorry, Mother. Had I known...>”

“<None of that, daughter. None of that. You gave us a blessing. It’s not your fault so many rejected and betrayed it.>”

Skye puts on a brave face. Mother needs me to be strong. “<I’m not used to giving you advice, Mother, but I’ll try. The Lady has a plan to get everyone to safety. Go to the festival grounds tonight, please. My wife and I are going to handle the rest. And, for my sake, give my wife a chance. She didn’t choose this. Not how she was changed, not how I was bound to her, none of it. We love each other. I know our relationship is not ideal, but I’m happily in love with her. So, let her convince you that she is worthy of me.>”

“<Go fetch it, then.>”

Skye bounds over to the patio, seeing her wife sobbing quietly. She attempts to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she’s too tall. “<Boots off, my lady love. Mother wants to talk to you.>”

Harper sighs. “<Ok, love. I’ll try. So you know, soul damage is flaring up right now.>”

Harper slips off her boots and tries her best to clean her face with some water from her backpack. She tries for a slight smile, but it fails to stick. Skye takes her lady love’s hand and they walk into the dining room together. Mother glares and Harper’s face hardens. Skye gives her lady love a loving squeeze, which earns her a softer gaze from the sea elf and a kiss on the top of her head.

“<Sit, slaver. My daughter wants me to give you a chance, so a chance you will receive. Skye, sit by me.>”

Skye reluctantly lets go of Harper’s hand and sits in Mother Estelle’s spot. Harper sits at the opposite end of the table. Mother, raising herself up and giving the sea elf her most wrathful Mother stare, begins her interrogation, “<Well, here is you chance. Convince me you are anything but a disgusting slaver that needs to die.>”

Harper winces and Skye’s heart breaks. The sea elf starts that breathing exercise she does to calm down. She starts to speak, only to be interrupted by Ms. Mattie and Scarlet bursting into the living room. They didn’t even wash their feet first! “Sarge, we got a situation here. My plan to just get them to back off with talk failed to launch. We gotta get a strategy together stat!”

“Mattie, Harper looks about to snap. You want to take a step outside, love? Give you a chance to calm down?”

“<These more of your sex slaves, slaver? Well, at least you seem to keep your slaves on a long leash.>”

“<Wow, bitch,>” Ms. Mattie blurts, “<Give Sarge a fucking break. You want to blame someone for enslaving us? Blame the psychopaths that kidnapped us in the first place. Sarge is actually a nice girl and has suffered more than most.>”

“<Ms. Mattie, don’t speak so rudely to my mother.>”

“<Tell your mom to stop speaking so rudely to your wife, Mrs. Skye.>”

Skye feels her ears burn. Mother Kimiko stands. “<I will not tolerate your rudeness, you disgusting clothed ****. I’m going to go await this so-called salvation with the rest of the community. We will continue this later, fruit of my womb.>” With that, Mother Kimiko leaves. Harper holds it together until Mother Kimiko slams the back door shut, then bursts out in tears. Scarlet wraps an arm around her, crackling. Skye bounds over to Harper’s lap and sits in it, hugging her love even tighter.

Ms. Mattie taps her foot, “Enjoy the love fest, gals, but we got a time limit here. Sarge, I need you to pull yourself together. We are going to have to take out their EMP generators. Given the size of this community, they probably have three. Each has a big industrial grade diamond as a refractor, so we are going to need to sneak in to at least one of them to snag the diamond we need. So, Sarge, time to put your figurative big girl pants on and come up with a plan. We can deal with Skye’s bitchy mom later.”

Ms. Mattie definitely earns the angriest glare Skye can generate at that. Harper’s crying stops. She sighs hard enough to jostle Skye slightly. Trying to dry her tears again, she replies, “You’re right, Cap’n. Thanks for the tough love. Step 1, I need info. What all do I need to know about your division’s forward operation bases to plan for a successful ****?”

Honey

Honey tries her best to enter the Host’s office to meet with the producer with confidence and poise. It is not very effective. The cat, frankly, scares her. It is a reasonable fear, she supposes. Being sent to negotiate with an entity that can squish her like a bug on a whim is a frightening thing to do. Still, this is her one shot. She has to land this.

The cat is, of course, goofing around. She’s spinning in the office chair and wearing a piece of bread around her skull. The cat, noting Honey’s mood, quips, “I suppose Internet memes are not going to soothe your nerves, Ms. Honey. I can turn into something else, if you prefer.”

Honey thinks of the one creature the producer could transform into that would help with her nerves. The cat looks incredibly offended. “NOT THAT! Nevermind. So, what are Ms. O’Connor’s initial demands? I will accommodate them as best as I can. I want our issues resolved. I’ve invested a lot in Ms. O’Connor.”

Well, that’s good. “Two things. First, Ms. O’Connor wants a full fertility check. She is concerned about the effects of the gigantic slew of transformations has had on her genome.”

The cat giggles. She actually giggles. “I do know she is a little worried about that, mind you, but she did not ask for that. Why are you so curious? Don’t lie to me again, Ms. Honey. I already know the answer.”

Was she listening in? “But,” Honey stammers, “Lawyer client privilege!”

“Ah, but I’m the one footing the bill, as it were. So, you are just as much my lawyer as you are Ms. O’Connor’s. So, don’t lie to me. Why are you interested in Ms. O’Connor’s fertility?”

“Personal matter.”

“Cute. If you don’t wish to vocalize that yet, we’ll table that issue. The other demand?”

“She wishes to stop dealing with your producer persona.”

“That is a trickier issue. Sign this.” A contract appears. Honey reads through it quickly. Standard Non-disclosure Agreement, more or less. The enforced nudity while in contact with her in her real form is a little odd, but Honey never felt all that much need to wear clothing, outside of social conventions. She noticed the others don’t particularly have that hang-up (or they have become numb to it through the process of the show, she supposes). She strips out of her top then signs.

The room shifts, warps. A warm cave, with bio-luminescent mushrooms providing light. The cat, the chair are no longer there. Instead a tall drow woman, nude with silvery hair, and a blade to Honey’s throat. Oh. That explains some things and adds many more questions. “Apologies. I should not have thought to turn you into the animal sacred to your mother. Quite odd of you to be producing this show.”

The blade is withdrawn and the goddess gives Honey a pinch on the cheek. “Blame Ms. O’Connor. She made my sweet little cinnamon roll of a sister into one of my champions. I honestly could’ve used a lawyer when I signed on. I’m glad Ms. O’Connor is taking her future role seriously. Now, do you wish to tell me why you are interested in my cousin’s fertility? I’ll grant her wish to deal with me like this if you do. I’ll even start it now. She’s more than a little annoyed with me, so I probably shouldn’t prank her with another office introduction gag.”

“Well, you did put her through a tremendous amount of transformations and damaged her soul.”

“For the first bit, that was the first producer’s fault. I took over mid-season when he got bored. The second bit, I will grant, but it was for the best and my cousin realizes it. Still, I want you to admit it, so talk. She’ll be happy to put the facade behind us.”

Honey sighs. She doesn’t know exactly what to say here. She finally admits, “I am trying to decide whether Ms. O’Connor would be a suitable mate.”

The goddess smiles. It’s breathtaking. “If you want to be in the harem, I believe that I’m not the one to talk to.”

“I’m not sure that’s what I want.”

“If it helps you make up your mind, my cousin’s fertility is... complicated. She is a perfectly healthy adult female sea elf with no issues, as far as the reproductive system she is natively packing is concerned. Her penis spell is that of a male human from Aelene’s world, with approximately triple the usual fertility. However, the transformation load she took did severely damage her gametes’ Y chromosome. Any male children she conceives this way will have sexual development issues and will likely be infertile. Not that that would be a concern for you, considering how your species handles sexual differentiation. I think your kind would make an excellent addition to Aelene’s world. So many suffer with the drider’s curse. Plus, there are plenty of ettercaps. A natural predator of them would be welcome.”

“Why are you encouraging me to do this? I thought you would hate me enslaving myself?”

“Oh, I do, I do. But, given how my cousin will see all of this, I can accept your desire to extend your life this way. Still, consider the issue carefully and explain to my cousin your thinking before you approach the luchtoni. I’ll let my cousin know the results of this first negotiation tonight. Good night, little nehtaliante.”