Tegan Date 1, Part 1: A Double Date?!?!

Tegan

Tegan’s day was one of frustration. She visited the location of every trainer that could possibly provide her with relevant improvements. Every single time, she was turned down in no uncertain terms:

“Tiny Tits, I told you to rest today. Go plan your date.”

“You overdid it yesterday, Fox. Nope. Get. Don’t you have the date tonight?”

“Sorry, Tegan, but Mattie let us know that you need to rest today. You should be working on your date tonight. Anything I can do to help with it before I go take Gaia and Craig on a survival hike?”

“Tegan, I would like to help you, but I still have lunches to prepare for the harem children, then I have lessons to teach them. Also, what can I do to help you with your date tonight?”

“I have a training session with Mr. McCallister scheduled, Ms. Fletcher. You would do well to spend this time preparing for your date tonight.”

“How did you get down here? Don’t touch my merch collection! I’m not training you. And go tell Caoimhe to always stay in sexy woman form! Say no to gross boys!”

****, she even went into that blasted clothing store, despite how annoying it sounded based on the big tittied cow’s visit with her precious Kevin. That conversation at least gave her a chance to ask the question.

“Avast, ye scurvy sea dog, and welcome to Airika’s Dirty Secrets! I’m Airika, siren extraordinaire, former dread pirate queen and current admiral of Nimlith Grove, at your service. What booty can I interest ye in using to cover yer booty?”

“I don’t need that. I’d like Stealth training. I have enough money for a training session.”

“No. I got some cross-promotion work to do soon. You want to get a sexy fox outfit for your date tonight?”

Snarling, Tegan stomped out of the store. She then spent an inordinate amount of time trying to get to this Honey character, who was listed as unavailable and was located in the harem nursery wing of the castle. Skye gave her a much more pointed look as she told Tegan to go plan her date again as the lilac skinned freak prepared to deliver lunches to the children.

Tegan tried jogging around the gardens, wanting to get something productive done today, only for Mattie to yell at her to get to planning for her date when she hit the rainforest area. The leather clad cow has her cheating revolver out and is covered in sticky, sweet-smelling sap. Tegan yelped and jogged back.

So, she finally settled on swimming laps. She headed upstairs and found that her one-piece swimsuit was modified to let her tail waggle free. Then she stomped down and started swimming. Good news is that her level has improved her strength dramatically. Her muscles don’t burn in pain like they would have if she swam yesterday. It still burnt, but not dramatically.

The saltwater feels nice. The sounds of rumbling whale noises are annoying, as is the mermaid (with disgusting cowfish-tits) playing with the slides. As Tegan starts to tire to the point where she started to sink, the other mermaid (with respectable breasts) swims up and hauls her back to the shallow edge of the pool. The mermaid shyly blushes, saying, “Are you okay?”

Tegan, standing in waist-deep water, pants, “I’m a little tired, I guess. Thank you?”

“You’re welcome. Take it easier next time. Bye.” Then the shy mermaid swims back to the bottom of the pool.

Tegan suddenly finds herself out of the water. The blue freak is looming over her, a look of disappointment on her face. Tegan is dripping on the floor, glaring back at her. The freak waves her arm, and Tegan is suddenly in the closest thing to a date outfit that the vicious vixen owns, a basic white button-up blouse, a pencil skirt, pantyhose, and sensible flats. When she hears the notification ding in her head, she snarls.

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Walk for 30 minutes and walk 5K steps. +10 BP

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Follow Diet Plan (Before the Date) +10 BP

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Fully Prepare for Your Date +20 BP

Tegan: -2 XP (Late to a Scheduled Event)

“You are so lucky that someone else planned your date for you, Tegan. Be sure to thank Cammy when you see her.”

Tegan glares as she adjusts to being magically dressed, hair still damp from the pool. “What, pray tell, did this Cammy decide that we are doing?”

“Double-date with her boyfriend at a fancy restaurant. Amenities floor. Now, your date is starting to get a little worried. Get to it.”

The freak disappears in a cold mist. Tegan stands at the door, glowering at it. She tries to spin around and leave, only for her body to stop responding to her will. She feels her body make the full 360 degree circle and grab the door handle. One jerky pull later, and she feels her ability to control herself return. The big-tittied cow is standing there in a purple dress.

“Hi, Tegan. You okay?”

Tegan ignores the question, instead turning around to head down the stairs. As expected, she hears Mona hurrying to catch up. Let’s see what misery has been planned for me.

Cammy White

For a fancy restaurant, it certainly has a flamboyant logo: a buxom blonde bunny-girl in red wedge heels, red stockings, a tux collar with a red bow tie, a stereotypical French chef’s hat, and nothing else, declaring, “Tina, Titan of Taste!” in a big dialogue bubble. Waiting in front of the restaurant are two girls, maybe slightly older than Felix, one a simmering cauldron of rage, the other a boiling over pot of lust. The lusty one is a chubby Asian girl in a corseted purple dress, something worn to suck in the gut and give her a more hourglass figure. Her breasts are big and jiggly, almost as if she chose not to wear a bra. The angry one is toned but still a little underweight, basically flat, wearing a modest white blouse, three bras (for some reason), and a pencil skirt which just reaches the knees. Her fox tail, sticking out from a special hole in the skirt, seems to hover behind her like a looming foe. Her fox ears twitch, then flatten as she hears them approach.

The drooling one speaks first, with a squee of excitement, “Eeeeeeeeeh! Hiiiiiiiiii, Felix! I frigged off to you exercising soooooo hard when I first got here! And you must be Cammy! You two are soooo hawt together! Oh, sorry, where are my manners? I’m Mona, and this is Tegan.”

Felix is stunned into silence from Mona’s outburst, possibly more stunned than he was all day interacting with the locals. Cammy gives the Mistress a coy smile. Here is a kindred spirit, even if she lacks sophistication.

Tegan mutters something in something incomprehensible, then begrudgingly offers a hand to Cammy, “I suppose you are the Mistress of your season.”

“Actually, Felix here is the Master of our season. As the one ‘straight’ woman in Mona’s harem, you surely appreciate his form?”

Tegan sputters, fox ears on high alert, then gives Felix the briefest of glances. “He is... attractive?” the fox-girl eventually stammers. This girl is more repressed than a puritan preacher in a speakeasy.

Not wanting to needle the girl anymore, the double date group enters the restaurant. There, standing behind the Hostess lectern, is a bunny-woman that matches the logo, including the outfit. She gives a smile like she’s starring in a toothpaste commercial as she gives them a wave, greeting, “Bonjour, mademoiselles and monsieur. I am Tina...”

The restaurant is filled with the sound of Tina huskily purring over the loudspeakers, “Follow me on Insta-Thot for Hot... Tina... Action!”

“...and welcome to Tina, Titan of Taste! If you will follow me...”

The bunny-girl turns around, her bunny tail too high on her spine to be a butt plug, and sashays over to the table. A number of bunny girls that look similar to her, with slightly different hair colors, await to push their chairs up to the table once they sit. These girls are wearing waitresses uniforms, cut like how a porno would costume a slutty extra in a fancy restaurant scene: very short skirts (exposing cottontails), deep exposed cleavage, fishnet stockings, 6 inch stiletto heels.

“Thank you, my precious little cuties, for your assistance. And, for you, cuties and Felix, menus. Bon appetit!”

Mona is unashamedly staring at both of them, as she has been since they arrived at the front of the restaurant. She gives her date attention, too, quite intentionally. It’s almost like she is torn between her base desires to lust after the two of them and a higher desire to patch things up with the prickly fox-girl.

Tegan bristles, as she has been, staring so hard at the menu that Cammy fears that the paper will catch fire.

“Um, Cammy, do you know what a quipper is? Is it some sort of French thing?” Felix asks, pointing at the menu. It is a very strange menu. Four options are presented: Roasted Cockatrice with snow sauce, served with a mixed greens salad and roasted Brussels sprouts; Filet of Quipper, crusted in almonds, served with roasted asparagus, parsnips purée, and a side of wild herb sauce; Auroch Filet Mignon with green beans, pomme frites, and a side of pepper cognac sauce; and finally, hopefully a joke entree entitled The 100 Grande Special, But Good! That monstrosity consists of a shrimp cocktail, a mixed greens salad, 4 freshly baked rolls, a baked potato with all the fixings, a 100 oz slice of auroch prime rib, and a hefty slice of cherry pie. It promises that, should the person ordering it finish it all in an hour or less (without throwing up), they will win a special prize.

“I have no idea what a quipper is. Do either of you?”

Both of the girls from the local harem just kind of shrug. Mona helpfully offers, “Cockatrice is the local chicken equivalent. It’s gamier than normal chicken, but is okay? No idea what snow sauce is. Or parsnips. Or auroch. Or pomme frites?”

“Steak fries. Pomme frites is the french term for French fries.”

Both Felix and Mona look excited about the idea of pomme frites. Tina returns, swapping the chef’s hat with an obviously fake mustache, to answer questions and take orders. A quipper is apparently a fish similar to a piranha, which is interesting, if mildly disturbing. Mona looks a little embarrassed when she was told that parsnips are a rather common starchy vegetable that exists in her original world (a less sugary carrot, essentially). An auroch is a cow like creature that did not go extinct here like in either of their original worlds.

“So, a mythical creature, a piranha, or an extinct cow?” Felix asks.

Tina plays with her fake mustache and nods.

Tegan answers first, “Roasted Cockatrice, no snow sauce, for both of us.” Mona pouts for a moment, then puts on a more appreciative face once she sees Tegan glaring at her, almost demanding that the Mistress make a fuss about the order.

“Can I ask about which option is the healthiest?”

Both Mona and Felix squirm a little. Tegan stares at Cammy like she is a moron.

“Oh, uh, sure,” Tina answers, “Everything but the 100 Grand Special is designed to fit Mona’s diet, more or less. My wolf-girlfriend would be talking about ‘80% of an exercise plan is what you eat’ but she isn’t here.”

Mona excitedly interrupts, “Does that mean I could have the sauce stuff and still make my diet bounty?”

Tina adjusts Mona’s order and Mona beams. Tegan still has an angry face.

“Can I have the steak then? It’s the least weird.” Felix asks.

Cammy interjects, “Wait, how can pomme frites be healthy?”

“Keep in mind that I’m not foodologist, but, for one, we do have cauliflower fries at the ready if Mona ordered the steak that we can use. Otherwise, they are sweet potatoes, not normal potatoes, so you get a few more vitamins and whatnot. And we fry them in auroch tallow, just like when they first made them.”

Cammy is satisfied and let’s Felix finish his order. She even lets him pick between the cauliflower and sweet potato fries. She gets the quipper. Tina sashays away. A different bunny-girl pours glasses of wine for Cammy and Felix, a white wine for Cammy and a red wine for Felix. Tegan snarls as a waitress approaches her with a bottle of white wine. Mona is more polite about turning a glass of wine down.

“Sorry. Had a bad night here when I drank last time. Please, you can drink if you want.” Mona tries to reassure them.

“**** is bad for performance,” Tegan growls.

“Ooooh, and what kind of performance are you trying to not hinder?” Cammy can’t help but ask to tease.

It almost looks like the high-strung girl is going to snap for a moment. She growls something in that strange language again, then switches to English, “Before all of this, I was training for the Olympics. **** messes with your metabolism and makes you sleep poorly. So, bad sleep, bad day of training. Bad enough most of today was wasted. Only was able to get a little jogging and swimming in.”

Felix took a bit of interest in that, maybe happy to have something different but relatively normal to talk about. Tegan seemed to have hyper-focused on her archery biathlon training before the show, to an unhealthy degree. This show must be **** for her. No wonder she’s stressed.

When Tegan excuses herself for the bathroom, Mona seems to relax a little. She makes some small talk too. Nerdier subjects. More Felix’s wheelhouse, even if neither of them have experienced any of the nerd things the other has. What one has watched, the other would have a rhyme of it.

Mona picks the worst time to change to a subject that Cammy would have encouraged instead. The Mistress doesn’t see Tegan walk back towards the table as Mona asks, “Soooo, Felix. How did you get so lucky? I’m super jealous of how hot you are. Like, when I look at you, I just wanna coat you in baby oil, try to talk your harem into making you wear the Daniel Drake sailor shirt and only said shirt, have you make sweet love to me while singing the lyrics of Disco Duck and fingering Cammy so I can help you cum! The whole Ladies First thing makes stuff complicated, but I’m sure we can figure it out!”

The result is a slow-motion train-wreck. The fox-girl stiffens up, glowers in rage, hands balled up into fists. It’s almost like she is fighting every instinct to smack the Mistress in the nose. Instead, she spins around, and stomps back towards the bathroom. She hip checks into another table hard enough to knock it off balance.

Mona stiffens, then visibly deflates. She sighs, “I screwed up again, didn’t I?”

Cammy stands up, gives her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, then follows the vicious vixen. She needs help before she completely implodes.