Tegan Date 2, Part 5: Time For Make Up Sex!?!?!?!?!?

Mona

Mona and Tegan find themselves instantly transported back to the Mistress Suite. Warmth slowly seeps into Mona’s body; the rope that trussed her up is gone. As the feelings of danger dissipate, anger rushes in instead.

Mona lets out a Thaumaturgy enhanced roar, “TYALANGAN, YOU GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!!”

The Host appears, leaning casually against a wall. “No need to yell, Mona. I can...”

The Mistress doesn’t give the Host a chance. She interrupts, “THREE TIMES! I nearly died three times and I am sick of it! Be better!”

The tone of the room shifts. No more casual lean. Instead, a Host stands at attention, hand on the pommel of her sword. Tegan is looking at the scene with a manic glee. Tyalangan nips that in the bud. Her command gives no room for objections. “Tegan, go help Ophie arrange dinner for your date. You two should eat something before bed.”

Mona feels the urge to object, only for her tummy rumbling to beat her to it. Tegan twirls around and heads for the Suite kitchen.

Then, the Host turns to Mona. The first words out of her mouth are not exactly what she should’ve expected; perhaps she should have. “Are you hurt?”

Mona blinks, measuring herself. She’s a little bit cold, standing naked in the living room. Some minor cuts and scratches sting. A slight bump on her head throbs.

“A little?”

The Host steps forward and places a hand on Mona’s shoulder. A wave of relief passes over her. The bump is gone, as are the scrapes. Mona feels herself being gently pushed into a section of the sofa.

“I am not perfect, Mona; I apologize for my part of this and for letting even one of those things slip past me in the Garden. But, I want you to know that you were never truly in danger in that cave. Those kobolds were nothing to me, a nuisance barely worth acknowledging. If I so wished it, I could have brought down that entire mountain to get you back. So...”

Mona is halfway to tears. Her voice is wet as she blubbers, “That doesn’t matter. First, there was Craig. Harith rescued me before you did, but there wasn’t anything I could do. Then, the Hollow Garden, and there wasn’t anything I could do. Then, just now, and, once again, there wasn’t anything I could do. I’m sick and tired of being so fucking powerless. FIX IT!”

“Allow me to push back on some of that. You DID do something, in all three of those situations. Craig’s whole date plan was to have the chance to force that accursed bit of artifice on you. You invited Harith to come up and he just so happens to be an incubus that doesn’t sleep. You foiled Craig without even realizing it. You did keep Kevin alive last night. And, just now, you impersonating me was enough to buy Tegan time. But, you want more. I get that.”

“No, you don’t. You never felt like this. You were never just a worthless waste of...”

The projector warms up. Tyalangan grabbed the remote with her hair and is already navigating the menu. The sight she brings up is grim: a blue-skinned woman, looking akin to mangled meat, limbs shattered in dozens of places, struggling to breathe, in the middle of a downright depressing looking cafeteria. Daphne and the cat-lady from the Garden argue as they start doing triage. The sea elf turns the sound down. Mona’s anger turns to horror in an instant.

“That... was me the night before our second challenge. It took most of my companions just about everything they had to keep me alive. So, yes, I know what it feels like to be powerless.”

Mona is still struck by the scene before her, but she stammers out, “Your Host didn’t...”

“The hag didn’t even realize that anything happened. Didn’t care enough to keep watch. It is a low bar, but have I done anything even remotely close to that to you?”

“No.”

“Then I haven’t completely screwed up. Good. As far as your request goes, I will stick something in your next vote. And I may rethink when you can actually start cashing in the XP you have been gifted. There is something to be said about giving you more time to practice. Anything else that I can do for you?”

Mona can’t help but blurt out, “What happened there?”

A lock of hair tossing a remote is strange. Mona manages to catch it. Tyalangan says, “If you want to ruin your chances of salvaging something out of your date tonight, you can always rewind. I would focus on your fox instead of mine, though.” Then, she disappears into mist.

Oh. That’s a good point, but what does that have to do with Vix? Mona pauses and makes a note on her phone for the episode number. She can watch it later.

Tegan is back to covering up her nudity by the time dinner is ready. Mona saunters over and sits at table naked herself. She pats a section of bench beside her and the angry archer takes it. Mona couldn’t help but notice how Tegan’s twin foxtails waggle as she sits. Nor how Tegan stays put as Mona leans on her.

The meal is quiet, outside of the clattering of silverware. They are both extremely hungry. The lack of conversation gives Mona time to think. So, Tegan doesn’t love me. She views me as a piece of property. What am I supposed to do with that? I can’t panic like I did on the slope. I have to come up with a real strategy to win her heart.

Mona: Daily tasks complete! Follow Diet Plan During Date +10 BP

Ootah

Ootah had a good evening. She got the chance to clear her head with some good ol’ “pick up heavy thing, set it back down, and do it again” with Auntie Josie. Tonight was a “hinge” night, so she did a bunch of dead lifts. Her muscles are sore and she is happy about it.

Ootah: Training Session Full Success (10 XP / 10 XP)

Ootah: +4 XP, Athletics Expertise (Training Session)

So, she is smiling as she enters the Spring Room for a shower and sleep. That smile turns into a frown as she sees who she is rooming with.

The demon is there, sitting on the loveseat, talking with his sword. There is some tension in his shoulders; whether that is from frustration, stress, or anticipation, it is hard to say. The sword sits there, plain and attentive, and nods along.

The sword notices her walk in first. “Hello,” it greets, as emotional as a particularly boring stone.

The demon turns around. Unless he is an especially gifted actor, Ootah can rule out anticipation from her list of explanations.

“Delve went well?”

The demon turns the sword back into a sword, then sighs, “We survived. I got to be the punching bag for little gain, but we survived. It is a big difference between fighting defenseless scumbags caught by surprise and things that really know how to hit back.”

Ootah remembers many, many training injuries. She nods, “Yup. So...”

He interrupts, anticipating, “Alanis and I have already showered. The bathroom is yours, when you want it. I will take the couch here. Bed is yours.”

Ootah can’t help but to take the offer with suspicion. Is this an olive branch or a sympathy trap? Is he trying to make me comfortable to get along with me or to get me to lower my guard? Can I ever trust him, really? She ponders it as she enters the bathroom, closing and barring the door.

She strips down to just her engagement ring. The shower is as amazing as it always is, washing away sweat and gym funk. The shampoo stuff is still a wonder. She takes some extra time to let the heat soothe her muscle aches.

By the time she reenters the bedroom, the demon is curled up on the loveseat, looking miserable. The sword rests leaning on the arm he is trying to use as a pillow. As is normal for an adult ready for bed, he is naked; his cock, bigger than how Ootah arrived on set and smaller than her now, lays half hard along his thigh. Ootah’s futacock can’t help but twitch at the sight of it.

She is sorely tempted to just crawl in bed; she is somewhat tempted to ask him to let her take him. She settles for something in between, leaning alongside the fireplace, asking, “If this is going to work, we need to talk about some ground rules.”

The demon opens one eye, giving Ootah a lingering glance. Again, her cock twitches when she sees him openly stare at it. He mutters, “You’re bigger than me there now?”

“I suppose. That a problem?”

He sits up, smirking. His cock is closer to fully erect. “That just means there is more of you to pleasure.”

Ootah regrets this already. Still, she already started, so she needs to continue, “Look, I don’t know if I will ever trust you. You get that, right?”

The demon nods.

“But I trust Mona. And, if she’s willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, I should at least be civil towards you. As long as you don’t do anything worthy of breaking Mona’s trust, I won’t try to destroy you. Fair?”

The demon lays back, staring. He is taking a measure of me. Ootah flexes her arms, overtly enough to imply that she means the threat, subtly enough to give her plausible deniability (she hopes).

“The Foehammer approves clearly defined boundaries and punishments. Perhaps you would like to define what would be worthy of your wrath?”

Guess not on the subtlety... Still, she answers, “You hurting her: eating her soul, breaking bones, shit like that. You forcing yourself on her, either through violence or trickery. You breaking her heart. I can tell that she likes you a lot and I will not tolerate her hurting.”

“Most of that is already against the rules, but I understand. The game won’t go on forever. May I hold you to those same standards?” the demon asks, leaning forward.

He thinks he is in a position to judge me? Ootah grits her teeth, spitting out a “Fine.”

“Then we have an arrangement.” He glances over at the bounty board. “Shall we seal it with a mutual slurping of ‘carrots,’ like the adorable poster recommends?”

Ootah growls, “I am NOT interested in you.”

The demon smirks, then shakes his head. “We both know that is a lie, but I will allow it.”

“Just keep Alanis between us in the bed, demon.”

The sword turns to its elvenoid form and silently makes her way to the middle of the bed; she lays on top of the covers. The demon gestures towards it, saying, “Ladies first. Pick your side.”

Ootah walks past him, proud of the fact that she only stared at his demonic rod a little bit. She feels his eyes on her backside as he steps towards the other end of the bed. Tossing the covers aside so she can get under them, Ootah watches him do the same.

“Is this normal?” Alanis asks.

“Traditionally, you go under the sheets to stay warm, Alanis,” the demon replies, following his own advice.

Alanis doesn’t move. Instead, she asks, “What is ‘warm?’”

Ootah risks gently touching the sword’s arm. “Can you feel this?”

“What is ‘feel?’ I apologize. A day of sentience is not enough for understanding most concepts.”

“Hey, baby, we’ll figure this out. Maybe next combat, I’ll get some XP and we can get you some more context.”

The sword nods. “What now?”

“Now, we wait until morning, quietly, so we don’t disturb Ootah sleeping.”

“Very well. I can do that.”

As Ootah tries to relax, she ponders the situation. Despite all of this, it’s still better than bunking with Craig...

Tegan

After refueling, Tegan does not know what, exactly, to do. She doubts that she’ll be able to get back to the mountain, even if she could convince Mona to give the slope another try. The hypnoslutulip potion has worn off, so she’ll freeze out there. It is too dark to take Mona to the range. Why can’t we just skip the whole “dating” thing and move straight into married life?

So, she is glad that Mona decided to be a good fiancée and pick up the slack. The gamer girl lead her to the bedroom and sat down. Tegan, of course, follows suit, still covering up her crotch and obscene breasts.

“I’m sorry for running away tonight. My feelings were really hurt and I wasn’t thinking.”

Tegan smiles, replying, “As long as you know your place...”

And then frowns as Mona interrupts her, “I’m not finished. You told me how you truly felt and it hurt. It hurt so bad. Your parents should have loved you, just for being you. Not for winning a trophy or whatever. You don’t need to win anything for me to like you, Tegan. You understand?”

Tegan looks at her quizzically. She senses a flame hovering above each of her freak fox tails and one snuffing out as she mulls over what Mona said.

“So, you love me?”

Mona summons the engagement ring from her Inventory. MY ring! Tegan reaches out for it, only for it to disappear again. “I WANT to love you, Tegan, I really do. I NEED to love you, for both our sakes. I’m just not there yet. I’m sorry for that, too.”

Tegan’s heart feels like lead. Her freak ears press down into her hair. So, she’s throwing me away...

The next set of words from Mona are a source of both relief and frustration. “Tegan, let’s work on loving each other together. Can you do that for me? Can you try to love me, not for a promise neither of us understood when I made it, but for being who I am now?”

Tegan looks into herself. The other flame above her tail gutters out. “I’ll try, but I don’t know if I...”

Tegan’s ring is out again, as is a pink ribbon. Mona strings the ring through the ribbon and ties the makeshift necklace to rest right at the top of her cleavage. She presses the metal into her sternum as she says, “This ring doesn’t mean anything until it symbolizes the love we have for each other. I am going to wear it, just like this, as a reminder to learn to love you until I do. I hope that we get there soon. Now, do you want to fool around some or just go to bed?”

“Where’d the ribbon come from?”

“Bachelorette party. I also got a glue gun and several dildoes!” Mona summons her wedding loot; the mistress smiles as if she is really proud of it. Tegan grits her teeth to stop herself from growling at the degenerate sex toys. Why are some of them grey? Who wants a grey dildo?

Mona chirps, “So, we fooling around, or just sleeping?” She wiggles a grey dildo.

After a maybe too long pause, Tegan replies, “What would make you love me faster?”

“You being open and honest with me about your desires,” Mona answers right back, “preferably without magical compulsion.”

Tegan bites her lower lip. She’s torn. On the one hand, she doesn’t want to give in to the perverted premise of the show. On the other, her arousal from following Mona’s commands from the hypnoslutulip potion hasn’t faded. And keeping her SP real low almost constantly means she’s been essentially edging all week. And she hasn’t had an orgasm since their last date. She whimpers.

Mona leans over. Tegan stares down at the ring between those perfect breasts. She is definitely not drooling over Mona’s massive mammaries. Nope. Perfectly straight. Definitely not a lesbian.

“You don’t have to say it, Tegan. If you want some fun, just lay back and spread your legs. If not, just get under the covers and we can just cuddle until we are asleep. Your choice.”

Tegan lays back, a tail tip covering the space between her spread thighs. She whimpers again.

Mona sits on her knees in the gap between the angry archer’s legs. She mock-scolds, “Gonna need to be able to see what I am doing, Tegan. You can relax and stop hiding. No need for modesty among fiancées.”

Tegan reluctantly uncurls her tail, exposing the entrance to her fox den to the one that is hers. It’s embarrassing, but she does it. Mona leans down, lightly blowing as she says, “I haven’t had a lot of practice with this, so tell me how I am doing.”

The first lick, long and slow from the base of her entrance to the love buzzer on the very tip, drives Tegan nearly to orgasm right then and there. It is maddening how good it feels. Tegan grabs a fistful of Mona’s hair and presses the girl into her already gushing snatch. Her fox den is clutching against nothing. She wants more. She NEEDS more.

Mona looks up, breath tickling, teasing, “Oh, does my foxy fiancée like that? Does she want her future wife to continue?”

“Less talking, more licking!”

Mona coos into Tegan’s dripping core, “Such a good girl, expressing herself. That deserves a reward.”

The second lick, just as slow, just as all-encompassing, pushes Tegan over the edge. The world spins and fades as she yips like the fox freak she is. The only even remotely intelligent word she gets out is “MORE!”

Tegan: +4 XP (Mistress Brought Contestant to Orgasm [Carpet Munching], x2 bonus [first time contestant participant])

Mona delivers.

Tegan is delirious, pressing Mona into her already gushing crotch with a hand and two tails. Her other is pawing at her ridiculous breast, still bigger than Gaia’s (despite her draining most of her SP). The feeling of her fiancée lapping at her, tasting her, using that warm, wet muscle to push her past the brink, over and over again... It’s too much. It’s way too much...

The world goes white as Tegan grabs onto the bedsheets as tightly as she can. She howls, literally howls, as her overstimulated pussy hits the peak again.

She lets out on final pant before passing out. I need that to happen again. That was amazing. Mona is so lucky that she likes girls like that. Still... perfectly... str...