Tessa Date 1, Part 4: A Bistro, A Suite

Kevin

Okay, I was not expecting this.

The gang finds themselves in front of a storefront entitled “Bella’s Bunny Bistro!!!!!” A small sign by the door reads, “Bunnies rule, kitties drool!”

Gaia strides in and the rest follows. Inside is what looks like a cozy tea room, filled with bunnies. Not bunny-girls, but actual bunnies. A couple have antlers growing out of their heads. The bunnies are hopping around, snacking on lettuce, looking like normal rabbits.

Of course, there is a bunny-girl in a maid’s outfit excitedly waiting for them. Her name tag says Bella #143; she looks barely 18, with powder blue hair and fur.

“Helloooooo, friends! Welcome to my little corner of the amenities floor! I am so excited to see you all. Have a seat!”

Gaia is excited and picks out a table big enough for all four of the group. The others again follow. Bella returns with an arm’s full of bunnies. “While you look over the menu, I brought some friends for you to get to know! Bunnies are much cuter than kitties, aren’t they? Here!”

This Bella plops a bunny in each of their laps. Gaia is excited and so is the bunny for her; the former criminal claps with glee as her friend hops around on her lap. Tegan’s bunny gives the fox-girl a headbutt. Andromeda has a staring contest with her rabbit. The one placed in Kevin’s lap has antlers and cocks it’s head to the side. Kevin gives the rabbit some pets.

“My bunny is defective!” Tegan shouts as she gets another headbutt to the gut.

“Oh, Jasper is just very headstrong. Give him a nice lettuce leaf to nibble on and he’ll calm down. Let me collect orders!”

Basic food and drink are free here, which is quite nice. Herbal teas and biscuits are ordered, then delivered. As Gaia takes a sip, she asks a curious question, “So, I think you are like the third Bella that is on staff I met? What’s with the numbers?”

“Ooooooh,” Bella beams, “Mama Tina only has like four or five names that she likes, so she keeps reusing them. She eventually settled on giving all of her girls the number of times she used the first name as a middle name to help avoid confusion. So, I’m the 143rd Bella baby Mama Tina had! Or, at least the 143rd Bella she had since she started doing that. You’d have to ask her!”

Resolving not to do that, Kevin just nods. Gaia at least looks satisfied. Tegan’s and Andromeda’s expressions more closely resembles how he feels about the matter. Still, the foursome are left to enjoy tea, cookies, and bunny petting.

Kevin tries his tea. It’s blue in the cup, which is interesting. Lemon, rose petals, and blueberries tantalize his nose and tongue. He isn’t much for tea, but this isn’t bad. He grabs a little macaroon to nibble on too.

“So,” Andromeda begins, “should we go around the table and talk about what we observed?”

Gaia’s observations are not very useful, mostly some confused play by play of the kitty-girl and gushing over the magic forest that can defend itself from humans.

Tegan’s is not much better, but she is at least aware of it, “Teamwork is important. Expect hostilities. We need to find something, maybe? No idea what the second one will have to do with anything.”

“Outside of a very similar scoring system, some kind of puzzle, perhaps?” Andromeda offers as an explanation, “That second harem had to discover how to navigate a dreamscape. Or, perhaps a setting? Most of us were approached by Tyalangan in our dreams; she could have us compete that way.”

Kevin shoots down that second suggestion quickly. He’s knows enough about everyone’s capabilities to see a massive flaw. “Can’t be that. Elves don’t dream, exactly. And you don’t sleep anymore. It wouldn’t be a fair competition if only Tegan and Gaia and maybe Craig could be in the dream environment.”

“I presume magic could get around those limitations, but fine. Some sort of puzzle, in addition to a hostile ****, will give us opposition to getting our objective complete.”

“That seems like… reasonable assumptions. But, what good does that do us?” Tegan asks.

Kevin can speak up here, “As far as the puzzle goes, we can only prepare by having as wide a variety of knowledge and skills as possible. As long as someone can solve it, we should be fine? The hostile **** is something we can prepare for. Gonna need to nerd out here. How many of you have played video games that do raids? You know, where you get a group together to tackle a problem too much for one player?”

Three blank stares. Three bad answers.

“Video games are a waste of time.”

“Video games? How environmentally unfriendly!”

“Sorry, Kevin. I would relax by practicing rogue vintage decks on Leylines Cyberspace.”

“Look,” Kevin notes, “I kind of doubt that the challenge is going to be as breezy as the ones we watched. We are preparing to fight some giant unknowable monster at the end of all of this. And, even if Craig qualifies, we have half the, for lack of a better word, manpower than what Andy’s crew had. So, let’s take stock.”

Kevin holds a hand to his chest, “I get the fun of being a tank. My primary job is to keep the baddies attention so they can’t get to you. I doubt we will have time for me to switch back and forth between male and female me with the cooldown. So, if I have to swap to Caoimhe, we are in big trouble. One tank can only draw so much aggro. Tessa might be able to serve as an off-tank, but, if Craig doesn’t qualify...”

Andromeda finishes off the thought, “...you are the only one that can adequately answer melee aggression. I will admit that I have some close-ranged magic, but I am likely not suited to the front line.”

“I am an excellent shot with a compound bow, and have learned to shoot a short bow, but both of those require time and space to aim.”

“Ooh! I can talk to animals, turn myself into an animal, and make animals! Plus, some non-animal nature magic stuff.”

“You can make animals?” Tegan asks, sounding like Gaia is off her gourd.

Kevin holds his thumb out. “You mind if I scry you, Gaia?”

Kevin checks the terrorist’s character sheet. The four sets of stats mean that she is a little unpredictable. If she’s a back line caster, she will want the Wildhunt stat block. Given her lack of weapon experience, if she’s in the front, she needs to get the Longtooth stat block, maybe? Swiftstride is basically useless for her right now. Summoning a magical beast and/or wild shape could serve as another tank, if I need to go Caoimhe and serve as a healer. Gaia isn’t set up to heal in a pinch. Healing Spirit works best over time as people need to move in and out of its range.

“Do you know what controls which stat block you get?”

Gaia looks confused for a moment. Her bunny friend hops onto the table and Gaia gives it some lettuce. “Stats? Oh, yeah, those numbers Daphne had me assign. No idea. I know on Bear and Cow days, I got musclier and I felt stronger?”

“In other words, whatever animal you randomly roll determines your stats. Great.”

Gaia looks confused again, “You say that like it’s not great.”

“It’s hard to predict how you can best contribute to our efforts in the challenge if we don’t know what stats are going to be boosted.”

“Oh,” Gaia mopes, “Are the numbers that important?”

Tegan leans over to stroke Gaia’s arm feathers. “I mean, the training got easier when we got to Level 1 and assigned those points, so...”

Kevin speaks up again, “We need to treat the challenge like going into a raid for the first time. We’ll need as much detail as we can get before starting, then we approach it defensively. Slow and steady.”

“How?”

“Scouting the area. Communication. Then we all go at it with me up front. So, I have prepared basically everything I can and am out of BP. The rest of you probably have one, maybe two more training opportunities tomorrow. What can we do?”

Tegan speaks up, “Stealth. I’m most suited to sneaking around of the five of us, but I need practice.”

Andromeda notes, “I probably don’t have much to train myself. I can help with scouting with Find Familiar, but I need to cast it. Best to do that before the challenge. Enhance Ability could be used to help boost someone’s training, but it can only help one person with one stat at a time.”

“I guess I should learn a weapon?” Gaia half asks for permission, “What kind of weapon should I get?”

“Something with the finesse property,” Kevin says, “Sometimes you are better with Dexterity than with Strength.”

Gaia nods, though she doesn’t seem to know what that means.

After that, the meeting begins to wind down. Gaia chatters and coos over the bunnies. Tegan takes another headbutt from Jasper. Andromeda excuses herself to get ready to scribe her last spell. Kevin sits back and finishes his tea.

To think, the MCAT was all I was worrying about last week and now I have whatever Winter is going to be with me and all of this harem teamwork stuff to deal with. Can we pull it together?

Tyalangan

“Hey, cutie, you okay?”

Tina was using her time as substitute Host to cheat on her diet where Josie can’t see, a half-eaten slice of bunny-daughter birthday cake with ice cream making a dripping mess on Tyalangan’s desk. Seeing her wife return from the museum so distraught brings the ravishing rabbit to focus on more pressing matters than being caught.

Tyalangan wants to assure her bunny-wife that she is fine, but she can’t. Not when those baby-blue eyes are staring at her so intently. She sighs, “Not really. Watching Tessa find out about what happened hurt me more than I expected it would.”

Tina offers some cake, after, of course, taking another bite for herself. The sea elf politely declines with a kiss to her wife’s forehead. The buxom blonde boops her wife’s nose, saying, “At least you got her to have a better date than her forcing Mona to sit through like half of our first week.”

Tyalangan giggles a little, “Oh, you think she wouldn’t have paused repeatedly to micro-analyze everything? I would have been surprised if she got past Josie’s date.”

Tina finally gets out of the Host’s chair, only to sit in Tyalangan’s lap. The temptation to watch Tina beam with happiness with more cake is too tempting to pass up; the sea elf has the fork in hand to feed her bonny bunny soon enough.

“Anything of note happen while I was out?”

Tina shakes her head, “Not that I know of. Most of them came to my hints show, then hit the bunny bistro to talk through what they saw.”

Tyalangan sees the notification from Little Miss on one of her screens. Opening it, she laughs loud enough to scare Tina; the bonny bunny bounces up a foot or so then lands, hard, back in the sea elf’s lap.

“Oof,” Tyalangan grunts, then, still chuckling, turns on the picture-in-picture function of the Craig camera screen so she can rewind. She reads the letter as the replay of Craig writing it runs. The Host sends her approval for the fan-mail delivery to Little Miss.

Tina looks confused, “Why did you just do that, cutie?”

“Simple. Little risk for high reward. Worse case scenario, Shar falls for the blatantly suss letter and sends Tracy to deliver something to get Craig out of his mess in a way I wouldn’t approve; then we get a fun little chase scene to entertain the audience. Tracy won’t know what will be waiting for her. Best case scenario, Shar reads between the lines, sees what Craig actually did, and responds predictably. I wonder what she would come up with...”

Tina still looks a little bit confused, “Wait, you WANT Shar to hit Craig with some sort of whammy?”

“I’m bound by the rules of the season. I can’t punish Craig for bad thoughts, only bad actions. While Craig is definitely breaking the spirit of the game, he hasn’t actually broken any big rules since his date. Buuuut...”

Tina stares at her wife blankly.

Tyalangan blinks, expecting Tina to finish the thought. Since the ravishing rabbit didn’t, the Host answers her own prompting, “...our rules allow the audience to interfere with the show via shop purchases or fan-mail ‘gifts.’ So, letting Shar give him something debilitating ensures he gets punished for his legal but repugnant actions without breaking the rules myself.”

“Ooooooh! I get it!”

That earns Tina some ear scritches. Ear snitches earn Tyalangan some cooing promises for some fun times in the Royal Bedchamber. With a manic grin, the sea elf scoops up her hoppalong in a princess carry to start the trek to bed. It is Tina’s night, after all.

Craig: +10 BP (cage w/ Mona holding key)

Kevin: +5 BP (cage w/ self holding key)

Mona

Mona: +10 BP (Followed diet during date)

Mona has been feeling a warm, tingly sensation ever since the slime started grabbing her. It was starting to get overwhelming by the time Tessa did whatever she did to get her out of it and further magic whatsits cleared most of the artificial stimulation. Most of it.

Not that Mona really needed the help to want sexy times. Tessa is a total hottie right now and Mona would regularly jill off to what were apparently AI pictures of Tessa’s old human form back on their Earth. So, she super excitedly bounces onto her bed and shakes her booty at the sea elf former teacher.

“I appreciate the enthusiasm, Mona, but can we talk about this first?”

Groaning in mild frustration, Mona plops into a sitting position on the bed, her breasts jiggling slightly at the motion. Tessa sits beside her, bending over to take off her heels.

“Aww, keep the heels on, at least. You look so sexy like that!”

Tessa stops, giving Mona a slight smile. “Okay, Mona. There are just a couple of things I want to address before we begin in earnest. One, this whole show feels like a massive ethical violation. You were my student. I feel like I already crossed that line with Andromeda and Tegan, and I haven’t touched them like this. There is also the big age difference between us. I still think myself old enough to be your grandmother.”

Mona interrupts, “But you aren’t, anymore. You got deaged or whatever I am supposed to call it.”

“Technically, I was aged up to be the elven equivalent of a 28 year old human, which makes the age gap waaaay worse, if I want to dwell on it. Still doesn’t change what I feel.”

Mona starts rubbing her thighs. Tessa must be able to see the glistening moisture seeping onto the bedspread; the gamer girl definitely feels herself dripping. She smells the musky arousal coming off herself.

Tessa continues, “My last thing is that it has been something like twenty years since I have been intimate with someone. Even when I was, I never put out on a first date.”

Tessa’s discomfort is slowly dawning on Mona. I don’t want to be like Craig. I should give her an out. Only fair. “I could try to rub one out while you watch, if you rather...”

“Mona, I am going to do some acts with you tonight. I just want you to understand that I am not going to go as far as you may like. I need more time to get comfortable with you as a sexual partner. Is that fair?”

Mona nods. “More than fair. Please, don’t push yourself beyond what you are comfortable with.”

Tessa leans in and delivers a kiss in response. Quick, efficient, easy. Not the passionate kind Mona gave Tegan a few nights ago. Still, Mona swoons a little.

Tessa: +2 XP (Kiss the Girl)

“Now, Mona, do you have an idea of what you would like us to do together?”

“I can pick?”

“I will say no if you want something that’s too far.”

Mona knows the first thing she wants. They are spectacular and already at her eye level. “Can I play with your boobies?”

Tessa nods and Mona pounces. The sea elf falls back on the bed as Mona rubs her face in between Tessa’s cleavage. This feels silly, but kind of fun? Tessa gently directs Mona to one of her perky blue nipples after a few moments. The gamer girl starts to suck, playing with the little pebbling nub. Tessa then gently brings one of Mona’s hands up to play with the other. This kind of nipple play is much more familiar; Mona adjusts her techniques by watching glimpses of Tessa’s face when it isn’t obscured by mounds of sexy aquamarine flesh.

Tessa: +4 XP (Breastplay for Mistress, x2 bonus [First Time Mistress Participant])

Suddenly, Mona finds herself on her back, with boobies looming above her. She feels herself scooted up so her head is resting on the pillows. Mona latches onto a breast. She moans as Tessa leans back.

“Mona, I am going to start to finger you right now. Feel free to try it on me. That okay?”

“That is more than okay!”

Mona feels webbed digits rubbing across her lower lips; the webbing wraps over the surface and seems to almost cup her lips together. The sensation is foreign, but not unwelcome. The gamer girl tries to reach for Tessa’s snatch, but she can’t quite reach. The bother with being a solid half foot shorter than your bedmate.

Tessa responds by changing positions, bringing her thighs to cradle around Mona’s pudgy tummy. The sea elf reaches behind her and starts to rub again.

Mona can reach now, but she can’t quite see over her own tits. With a brief hum, a floating hand appears and starts stuffing pillows under Mona to elevate her head and shoulders. The way Tessa caresses her the whole while feels so good.

Mona starts to dive in, only for the floating hand to grab her wrist. “You go straight into your love tunnel at the start, Mona?”

Mona takes the hint and slows down. She teases the sea elf’s entrance with moistened fingers. She feels a finger slide inside herself, some webbing pressing down slightly on each lip. Then a thumb starts some gentle circles around the gamer girl’s love button. Mona whimpers, wanting more direct stimulation. The slight smile on Tessa’s face indicates that she is going to need to be more patient. Remember, Mona, she’s trying to work her way up to full on sexy times. Give her a chance.

Tessa starts subtly grinding against Mona’s fingers. When Mona curls a finger in, she is rewarded with the sensation of moisture and clinging sea cave walls. A second finger goes into the gamer girl’s love tunnel, probing her for that special spot, scissoring to stretch her pleasantly.

“Think you can handle a third finger, Mona?” Tessa asks, voice thick with husky arousal.

The girl is paralyzed by the idea. Three? I never done three before...

She feels the third finger rub against the edge of her entrance, almost as if knocking for permission. Mona gulps audibly and, teeth pressing down on her lower lip, nods. The finger slips in. Mona feels so stuffed down there. It almost triggers memories of Craig’s night, until she sees the concern in Tessa’s eyes, the tentative motion of her fingers.

Then, Mona can’t help but cry, “SOoOoOo… GOoOoOoOoD!!!!”

Tessa slowly picks up the pace. Mona struggles to focus on returning the favor. The gamer girl feels her hand being gently pulled out of Tessa’s sea cave.

“Here, just rub my clit, Mona. That’s all you have to do.”

So, rub she does. Tessa is pumping her digits in, then most of the way out, then back in again. She pounds into Mona’s special spot; the gamer girl can barely keep herself rubbing. The world goes white. Everything shrinks down to Mona’s climax and the fingers continuing to pleasure her through until the last of the aftershocks fade.

Tessa: +2 XP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [Fingerblasting])

Her mind reboots to see Tessa sucking on her fingers. Her body is still like jelly.

“That good for you, Mona?”

The girl gasps, “Yes!”

Tessa repositions herself to be lying down beside her Mistress. When Mona moves to cuddle, Tessa brings the girl’s head to rest on her breast. Mona looks up into those sky blue eyes, asking, “Did I do a good job? You know, getting you off?”

A kiss to the forehead and a slight smile is the only reply she gets. Mona doesn’t quite understand what to do with that. Her head is pressed into her tit pillow a little tighter and then comes the hair stroking. A lullaby is gently hummed. Mona starts to drift to sleep, thinking, I need to be better for them.