Tess wants you to spill it all

"Oh, hello Fay," Tess says.

You'd found her curled up in a sunny corner of the Beavertail common room, looking a little vague. You had stopped by your shoebox of a dormitory to reclaim your discarded robes.

"Tess," you say. "I'm in dire need of, well..."

Tess wrinkles her nose. "A bath," she says. "And you want me to come along?" She pushes up her heavy-rimmed glasses. Today they're half-moons, straight across the top, curved round the bottom, framed with smooth, glossy black rims and earpieces. Her coppery hair gleams in the late afternoon light. She blinks and flares her nostrils. "Is that...Cook?" She grins.

You nod.

"Oh, come on then, let's get us a bath, and you can tell me all about it," Tess says. "And that ruckus in the courtyard? It's all over the House that you saved the day."

"Oh," you say. "Well, then."

"Take a bow, Queen for the Day," Tess says. "And wiggle that bum, that'll do well. Let's go show you off."

You feel a warm glow inside. "Yes, let's."

Tess leads you to House Beavertail's baths. Some Houses segregate theirs, witches from wizards, scholars from staff, but at House Beavertail, you're all happy naked bunnies together. There's the Housemistress herself, Bertha Beeblossom, dozing in a corner, her grand boobage buoyed by the warm water. Fauna Aspen, much more clearly a goat-girl without her robes, stands off to one side, her scut of a tail twitching as she points a finger accusingly at Sandevin, who is in a washing alcove, lathering up with a good soapy scrub before having a proper soak. Sandevin's fat cock bobs, half-erect, as he washes up.

You and Tess doff your robes and park your wands with a simple locking ward. Tess leads you to a little pathway flanked by uneven files of statuary, depicting a herd of miniature elephants, their trunks raised and pointing toward the pathway from each side. At the start of the path, there's a little placard in the floor. Someone's personal sigil maybe, marking a graduation project or a class year's gift to the House. Tess puts a bare foot on the pathway and mutters a brief incantation. She looks back over her shoulder, saying "Come on, now."

"Alright?" you say. It's Happy Bunny's common baths, how terrible could it be? And Tess isn't that sort. You think.

Once you're well between all the elephants, they start spraying water, foam, and soap. Cleansing waterspouts twist up from the floor and tickle you here, there, everywhere. You burst out with a shriek of laughter. After you're soppy, soapy, doused, soaked, and splashed clean, Tess leads you out by the hand.

All eyes are on you. You're streaming water down your face, down your nakedness. Your nipples harden. Fuck. Raspberries to gumdrops to blunt throbbing points as stiff as dick heads. Tess beckons, and you follow her at a leisurely pace, your hips swinging all by themselves, giving you a bum-wiggle with every step. All eyes. A couple of laughs, a couple of shrugs, a dozen nods and smiles. Mistress Melonboobs even directs her gaze toward you, her expression mild, benign, but her eyes. Are you imagining a hungry stare?

"It's allowed," Tess says, reading your thoughts. "But anything past kiss, pinch, and giggle, take it elsewhere." Tess tilts her head toward a group of three bathers who look intent on taking it elsewhere very soon. The Housemistress blows them a kiss as they retreat, displaying obvious signs of bodily arousal in stiff, engorged tissues. You admire three rather different realizations of wet, bath-gleaming bums as they scoot away together.

You look back at Tess. "Fuck. All this time at Boarbristle. All I do is walk out bare in a bath full of Beavertails, and I'm all pronged out."

"There was a little strutting involved, I'd say," Tess observes.

"I couldn't help it," you say. "I don't even know."

"Come, let's sit and soak," Tess says. She leads you to a submerged bench. "I suspect there's something about you leaping out into the courtyard all skyclad that had something to do with how you're feeling now. Did that terrible beast catch you mid-fuck?" Tess says.

You sigh, brush your dripping hair off our forehead and leaning closer to Tess. Tess transforms her glasses back to a finger ring, the casual signature magic she used last time. She raises her forefinger to touch your forehead, and you match her.

Tess grins as you share the interrupted romp with Morgan, your wild and daring conjured illusion to distract the wyvern and occupy it - him? - it, long enough for Golondrina to escape, until the Tutor arrived and flummoxed the creature by magically compelling its sexual climax, reaching completion with a mighty thrust and falling, joyfully spent, into the ruins of the courtyard shed it had imagined was a she-wyvern. And then Golondrina, her lips parted, leaning toward you, when Miss Wormwood returned and sent you off.

When you reminisce upon your encounter with Cook, the scents, the tastes, Tess's eyes go wide, her jaw slackens, and she drools. You swallow a mouthful of your own spit before it starts spilling from your lips.

Tess pulls her hand back and wipes her chin. "Fay, you complete angel of decadence," she says. "And disappointed twice running, interrupted by a wyvern and a gorgon. No wonder you're a walking fuck-me-now. Let's get out of here."

Once you're out of the wards upon the bathing chamber proper, Tess conjures you both dry.

You're about to frame the question Your place or mine? when a tall, awkward creature with a Prefect's pin on her House robe and a great mane of dishwater-blonde hair arrives in a hurry, half tripping over her own feet.

"Fay, you were wonderful!" Susan Quaffle says. "So brave and so clever, saving Golondrina!"

You look at Tess. Tess looks back, and gives you a one-shoulder shrug. You look up at Susan and say, "Tess and I are going to go fuck," giving Susan a moment for it to sink in. "Are you coming with?"

Susan blushes bright pink. "Yes," she squeaks out. "My room?"

Tess chuckles. "Let's," she says.

Susan fairly prances ahead of you and Tess, leading you to her dormitory room. As a second-year, she's a bit junior for a Prefect, but she seems diligent and earnest. And being a Prefect, she has her own room.

You have Ambition +2, Bravery -1, Cunning +2, Diligence +0, and 4 XP.
Your FRIEND is Morgan Woodbine, true love, subversively soppy romantic hedge-witch.

You know the Forbidden Spell, LUST.

Miss Hemstitch wants to talk to you sometime later about your bold action to save Golondrina.

Roll +Diligence(0) to HAVE SEX with Tess Lectura and Susan Quaffle in Susan's room.

⚄⚃ + 0 = 9.

On a 7-9, when you HAVE SEX with Tess and Susan, choose one from the following. You may apply your House Sex Move, STAMINA, either to avoid exhaustion or to go again.

• You have a pretty good time.
• Your sex has magical or psychic ripple effects. Describe a conspicuous effect over the area. Gain +1 XP. Next: GET OUT OF TROUBLE.
• Magical backfire. Gain +1 XP and describe a scene where you and your partner(s) suffer the effects of accidentally triggered spells. Treat as a CONSEQUENCE if appropriate.
• You attract hostile forces, monsters, or enemies of Boarbristle. Gain +1 XP and describe the threat. Next: GET OUT OF DANGER.
• You have a fine time together. Gain +1 XP. Susan Quaffle gets infatuated with you. Gain Susan as a HANGER-ON. Possibly use MIND MELD via Tess and not STAMINA.
• You have a rocking good time to mutual exhaustion. Gain +1 XP. Take a CONSEQUENCE.