Teachings and Treasuries

Winter

“Mama Skye.”

“My sweet son. I suppose you wish to train with your new blade?”

“Seems reasonable, don’tcha think, Mother?”

The three of them are in the Drow District training grounds. Winter stands before his mother, in his leathers and holding his new sword. Caoimhe stands ready to cast Enhance Ability at the edge of the light. Mama Skye is standing fully in the torch light; he knows that she is a master of shadows and he is but a novice. He has never beat her at hide ‘n’ seek and he likely never will.

But today is not hide ‘n’ seek. Today is weapons training so that he gets stronger.

Winter: -20 BP

First, Mama Skye has him practice with the Frozen Needle’s throw. Having attuned to it already, he instinctively understands how to generate the ice dagger, but he only gets so many tries on a given day. His first shot grazes the target, but the second strikes true. If I know we aren’t delving, it is worth spending 5 minutes at the range everyday to get some more practice.

The more melee portion of the session is about getting used to the differences between a mundane estoc and a magical rapier. An estoc is basically a thrusting spear shaped like a sword. It is a blade designed to puncture straight through plate mail. A rapier is thinner, especially towards the point. In worlds like Kevin’s, these were swords for unarmored gentlemen, light enough to move smooth as butter, too thin to deal with heavy armor. Against armored foes, he has to practice aiming for the spaces between plates instead of just brute forcing through.

Mama Skye uses Dancing Lights to give him targets. She directs the globules of light and he aims his thrusts. He feels really good about his performance, with Caoimhe’s Enhance Ability spell helping. He is still panting once the training is done. Mama Skye is beaming when Winter summarizes.

Winter: Rapier Expertise Critical Success (9 XP / 10 XP)

Winter: +9 XP (Training session)

Mama Skye heads back towards the canteen, needing to supervise dinner preparations for the contestants. Caoimhe gives Winter a look as the rogue offers an arm. They take their time strolling back to the Hotel. Winter wants to show off his haunts while they have some time.

Mineko

“Fish! Fish! Fish! Fish!”

Mineko excitedly stands in ankle deep water, trying to grab some of the fish darting around her in the pond where Gaia and Nyadia have decided to stop for lunch and a more thorough nature exploration adventure. The fish are sneaky, slipping out of her grasp before she can secure them.

“Mineko, lunch!”

The nekomata’s stomach gurgles loudly. She is used to going without food though.

“Mineko...”

Her compliance to that tone is instant and absolute. She rushes out of the water and, ears pressed flat to her skull, kneels before them, “My apologies. I will accept...”

Gaia waves her hand around, dismissing the apology before she could finish requesting punishment. “None of that, Mineko. You were having fun, right?”

Mineko sniffles, “But, I ignored a direct order...”

Gaia gives Mineko pets. The purr reverberates in her and she blisses out for a few moments. When pets end, Gaia says, “Are you not hungry? You can go play in the water for a bit more if you want?”

Mineko’s stomach groans again. She looks down, embarrassed. Gaia lifts up her chin, “Hey, Mineko, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Here, lunch.”

Cute little fish-shaped sandwiches are placed before the nekomata. Mineko looks guilty as she picks one up, asking, “Are you sure this is okay? It seems like I have been eating too much since Owner-Mona has claimed me. I do not want to get fat; that would displease her.”

Nyadia growls slightly at Mineko. The lazzorkat pauses and forces herself to take a breath. “Sorry, to both of you. Mineko talking that way brought up some bad memories.”

Mineko is confused. Her ears twitch as she turns her head to the side. A butterfly lands on the tip of her ear, then flies off as her stomach gurgles again. Gaia points to Mineko’s food. The nekomata grabs one and bites down.

“Fish! Fish! Fish! Fish!”

The cat-girl happily eats her sandwich (then several more) and the two older women eat their lunch at a more reasonable pace. Once lunch is complete, Mineko is tempted to lay down on the blanket and take a nap, but that is not allowed. Mineko is confused as Gaia proceeds to find a nice sunbeam and does exactly that.

“Is that okay with Owner-Mona?”

“Gaia taking a nap or you taking a nap?” the lazzorkat replies through gritted fangs.

Hmm... “Either?”

Nyadia hovers a hand over Mineko’s head. Oooh, more pets! I am a good kitty! Then, Mineko’s feelings waiver as the lazzorkat speaks, “You remind me so much of my kids when they were kittens, Mineko. And I know that much has been stolen from you. I need you to understand something very important. If you truly want Mona to love you, then you need to stop the whole Owner thing. While you are bound to Mona, the bond should not be one of mistress and slave. It’s should be something deeper than that. If you refuse to let yourself be more than a slave, you will end up being quite sad. So, kitten, don’t break everyone’s heart. Now, if you want to nap, great, go cuddle with Gaia and nap. You want to go back to catching fish, great, go do that. I’ll watch over you two either way.”

Mineko cocks her head again. The pets still have not come. “Why do you think I will be sad?”

“One of my wife’s companions refused to let their initial relationship grow beyond its starting point. It hurts my wife to be around her; the guilt she feels for not being able to get that relationship to evolve is ever present when they are together. So, they are too often apart. Do you want Mona to feel guilty when around you and avoid you as much as possible?”

A sudden panic arises in Mineko’s heart. She feels it patter-patter so hard. The girl looks up for pets that will not come. Please, let me forget.

Mineko tears up a little, “No. I want O-Own-Mona happy.”

“Good girl.”

The praise fills Mineko with joy. I am a good kitty! Her tails swish behind her.

“Now,” the elder cat-girl continues, “Mona wants a person, not JUST a slave, not JUST a pet. So, what can you do to help make that happen while we finish up this break?”

Mineko pulls out her book for reading practice. She does get a few pets as she snuggles up with Nyadia before she begins to read.

Gaia: Nature Expertise training Critical Success (12 XP / 10 XP)

Gaia: +12 XP, Nature expertise (Training session)

Mineko: Nature proficiency training Mixed Success (8 XP / 5 XP)

Mineko: +4 XP, Nature proficiency (Training session)

Craig

Craig’s attempt to steal some PP from the amenities floor has to be aborted before it can truly begin. Not only are the PP locked up tight, every single bunny-slut drone running the shops are on high alert as soon as he is nearby. He feels eyes on him that aren’t even there. Could be the cameras, could be a sneaky dyke. Doesn’t matter. This is a dead end.

The ratfink freaks did mention that PP could be stored in the Royal Treasury. So, with no better ideas, he exits the Hotel to look for it.

The crowds in the castle proper are looking at him with utter disdain. He growls when they make it too obvious. Dumb fucking assholes! Why are they acting like they are better than me? They haven’t been captured by a bunch of dykes and had their lives ruined. Just need those PP to make things right.

The Royal Treasury is easy enough to find. Craig finds it hilarious that there are only signs, no guards, in front of it. The signs are in three different languages, as best as the gnoll can figure. Two nerd-ass swoopy scripts that he cannot make heads or tails of, with English on the bottom. Why the fuck is English on the bottom? Still, he reads and scoffs at the warnings (though he has no idea what yandere means):

WARNING! AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY!

BEWARE OF YANDERE DRAGON! SHE’S CRAZY!

SERIOUSLY, IF YOU ARE A GUY, YOU WILL REGRET WALKING IN HERE!

A final sign is posted on the door. This one is only in English, left especially for him:

Craig, turn around and figure out how to make amends with Mona. The route you are taking is a path of madness and self-destruction. Repent, before it’s too late.

Snarling, Craig tears down that last sign, tearing it into little, tiny pieces. Fuck you, dyke bitch.

Another sign appears: Craig, stop being an asshole. Go back and apologize.

He tears that one down, too, rending it to pieces. He ignores the third one that appears and tries the door instead. It’s unlocked. This will be easy.

The air inside the vault is warm, uncomfortably so. The walls are made of some kind of stone, black, with veins of glowing fire. The air smells of sulfur and something else, something familiar that Craig can’t quite describe. The sound of a television and something wet reverberates off the walls. Craig creeps in deeper.

Then, he sees the treasure. So much gold coins and jewels and gemstones and precious metals. Just piles of it, scattered around what appears to be a large cave. More wealth than Craig could ever imagine. He considers grabbing a handful of it. Later. Big prize first.

The wet noises get louder as he walks deeper into the cave. The sound of a slut moaning gets Craig’s attention. His ears perk up; his foot connects with the edge of a treasure pile, scattering loot loudly.

The television and wet sounds stop. The room is eerily quiet. Watching his feet, Craig tries to creep forward. He doesn’t notice the edge of a treasure chest right in the path of his head until he smacks into it. The whimper leaves his lips before he can suppress it.

The sound of loud sniffing fills the air. A voice loudly bellows “I smell gross boy! Who dares enter MY domain?”

Craig yelps. Then he starts booking it away from his position. I need to find a stash of PP now!

His lungs are burning from the hot, dry air and his exertion, but he scrambles away as coins start tumbling down from the tops of the loot piles. He catches a glimpse of an admittedly hot woman with some kind of lizard tail, scales, a pair of horns floating above her twin-tails hairstyle, and floating spines along her spine animalistically leaping towards his last position, sniffing at the air the whole time. She is nude except for a collar, as is right and proper.

“Come here, gross boy! Let ME fix you!”

He keeps running, trying to place a couple of piles of treasure between himself and this crazy naked slut.

Then, suddenly, his body is wracked with arousal. He feels like he should be cumming several times over, all at once, but, due to that fucking Empathy Training transformation, he can’t. He also seems to be surrounded by disembodied cocks, disgustingly oozing cum everywhere; the sounds of them squelching and dripping fill his ears. I’m no fag! Let me out of here!

The crazy woman’s voice rings in his head, “There I go. One gross boy, perfectly stuck in place. I did a good job. Go ME!”

“L-let me go, please? I-I just wanted some PP! I wasn’t even going to use it on myself! Please...”

“Oh, PP?” the voice giggles in his head, “I’LL get you some PP. Just wait there while MY other spell takes effect.”

Other spell? She locked me in this gay-ass cage?

Like some kind of gloating villain from a cheesy action movie when the hero is captured, she continues, “Now I promised MY MtF Goddess that I wouldn’t do anything permanent to you, but I am sure that 30 days will be plenty for ME to cure you of your gross desire to remain a gross boy. MY command is so simple that even your tiny, gross boy brain will comprehend it. You are to report to ME after every morning meeting, starting tomorrow. I will assign you tasks to help ME solve the gross boy existence crisis, which you will dutifully carry out. When I think you have done enough for the day, you will go edge yourself to Harem Hotel seasons that feature gross boys being cured of their gross boyness until bed time. I am sure that you will thank ME for pushing you to embracing sexy womanhood by the time the season is over!”

The crazy woman’s voice cackles in his head.

With a sense of dread, he feels the spell crystallize inside him. He has to obey. He must report in. He must complete her tasks. He must watch whatever MtF means while stroking his permanently flaccid cock. The oozing dicks disappear and he falls to his knees, crying.

The crazy slut bends down. “Oh, don’t cry, gross boy. I don’t like it when MY... associates cry. Tell you what? First command for the day! Come masturbate with ME! I was just watching MY favorite Harem Hotel livestream before you rudely interrupted ME. I’LL even let you cum, if you can overcome that transformation! Come, sit by ME and watch!”

Craig feels compelled to follow. He sits where he is directed, the crazy woman sitting right beside him. She inserts the tip of her tail into her snatch and starts to pump it in and out. The wet sound begins again.

A remote floats over to her and she turns on the television. It’s a big projection style setup, just like in the Mistress Suite. When it finishes warming up, the girl hits the play button. Craig recognizes the scene; he screeches, “Oh, fuck no! Please, something else! Anything else!”

“Now, why would I want to do that? That Austin White semen flower is fixing so many gross boys into beautiful flower women. Tell you what? I’LL find a different thing to watch once you cum while imagining being a pretty flower woman like her! And I can read your mind, so I’LL know if you’re faking!”

He’s forced to stroke himself. He knows he can’t get hard or even cum (unless, of course, this crazy psycho chick cumming to the thought of this counts as being a sex partner), but he is forced to comply.

And I thought the blue dyke was bad!

The crazy chick snarls, “Do NOT insult MY MtF Goddess like that! Just for that, I am changing MY deal with you to cumming five times while imagining being a pretty flower woman. Better get started...”

He pumps his flaccid cock, wishing he was dead, eyes glued to the horror show before him. Despite that spike of arousal, he is no closer to orgasming than he was in the cage. He is going to be here for a long while.