The Reunion Episode, Part 2: Afternoon Filming

Alex

Alex is having a pretty good day today, as she normally does after her night with her Mistress-wife. Even in her wildest fantasies before she died, she never imagined being in a marriage with three other women, and all four of them being some kind of sexy fantasy creature. Of course, Daphne being stuck in the pool system out of concern about how assuming her more elvenoid form will affect her pregnancy has put a damper on some of the nighttime activities, but the mermaid comes up to visit for at least the parts of the evening before the bedroom stuff. The mermaid is due soon and she looks it. Alex shudders at how carrying twins in her breasts would mess up her back.

The bell rings and Harper is here, a couple of afternoon “pick-me-up” lattes from the Lunacoin next door in hand. The sea elf hands one over – Alex’s favorite – and greets her little goth punk angel with a kiss.

Alex slurps and quips, “Afternoon, ma’am. Here to get some kinks worked out?”

“Alex, just came to check up on you and Scarlet. Maybe get a massage in before she calls it quits for today. You doing alright?”

“Any day after being ravished by my wives is a good day. I also got a gig tonight at the Giggling Gnome. Gonna rock the stage, Harp! I will miss you and Scar being there.”

Harper looks a little wistful. “I am sure I will catch you next time. Maybe you can play at the treaty signing reception?”

“Maybe you could talk Skye into bumping me up a couple of spots? I always tend to get scheduled at the tail end, where everyone is too hammered to remember.”

Harper looks really wistful at that. The way the fairy lights in the reception area of the spa catches her eyes is magical. “I remember every performance, Alex. You are amazing. I’m sorry that we need bands that play the court dances first. Maybe if you could adapt your style to them?”

That is an interesting idea. How do I turn the dance standard tunes into heavy metal without warping them past the point of being able to do the dance to them? I might play with the idea…

Harper looks over Alex’s shoulder as the skater punk thinks. Ah, the horny novices must be drooling over us again. Alex is not above taunting the girls, so she rolls her hips. “Should I let our rock-wife know you bring coffee tribute for her?”

Harper smiles and gives Alex another gentle kiss. “I know where to find her. You need anything before I go?”

“I’m good, Harp. Love you.”

Harper lingers for a bit, placing a hand on the valkyrie’s cheek. “Love you, too.”

Scarlet

Scarlet collapses into her office chair. New novices starting training are always exhausting. They are used to aggressively flirting and can’t really understand the idea of a truly closed marriage. Scarlet does not know how Alex handles it.

So, seeing Harper walk in with a latte in hand for the oread, Scarlet smiles. “Thanks, love. I need it today.”

Harper smirks as she hands off the drink, “You don’t exactly metabolize caffeine anymore.”

“It’s the principle of the thing.” Scarlet takes a long slurp. She adds, “Given how we are off to a party in a few hours, I didn’t expect you to swing by today.”

“Oh, I am out of the shea butter stuff for Daphne and I want to make sure to give her some attention today. So, if I need to give my lovely wives here some attention, that’s a bonus.”

Scarlet smirks and points at the box of lotion. Harper digs through the box and finds a honey ginger salmon scented bottle in the order, mixed in with the more traditional scents the spa actually uses. Shaking her head at Daphne’s scent preferences, the sea elf pockets the lotion in her inventory. The sea elf then moves behind Scarlet and starts to give her a little shoulder massage.

“You have gotten better at this,” Scarlet mostly swallows a moan as Harper finds a knot to work through.

“Thanks, I’ve had practice. A lot of practice.”

Scarlet just luxuriates through the basic massage. Harper dutifully serves her wife, offering little kisses and whispered nothings the whole while. A novice walks in, sees the queen in the room, and immediately walks back out; Scarlet barely notices. By the time Harper finishes, Scarlet is almost just jellied magma.

“I imagine you came in for me to do that to you, love?”

Harper offers a final kiss, noting, “You’ll get me next time. Taking the edge off of your stress was more important. See you in a bit for the party.”

As Harper leaves, Scarlet gets ready to go, too. She’s got a party to prepare for.

Daphne

Daphne has been keeping herself busy, despite her pregnancy induced maternity leave from her role as the court wizard. She has been making systematic improvements to the pool network. She installed a few more water tubes connecting the pool in each of the wing expansions (even the weird third one that is chock full of Hotel magic for some reason). She added a fun new slide for the bigger kids in the nursery pool. She added a tract that loops around the main pool that, depending on the direction, serves as either a “lazy river” or a heavy water current to swim against. All in all, this is going to be a system that can compete with the greatest water parks of all time.

She is currently adding some touches to a special part of the nursery pool: the section devoted to the kiddos currently in her egg sacs. They are so heavy in her chest, but she loves them both so much already. The way they kick and squirm as they await ejection causes Daphne’s mermaid heart to melt.

The mermaid nursery pool has so many fun nooks and crannies to explore, so many fun mermaid toys ready to be played with, and a giant kraken corpse for food. The kids will spend a lot of time eating that kraken. The idea of her babies growing so big and strong from tunneling through kraken flesh makes Daphne’s heart go pitter-patter. She gives a big shark-toothed grin at that.

So, Daphne doesn’t notice her Beloved walking in. Doesn’t hear the splash as her Beloved enters the pool. Doesn’t realize she is even there until the mermaid is wrapped up in a hug. The thrum of Aquan hits her and her kiddos, “<Hey, Daph, how are the kids?>”

“<Squirmy, Beloved, very squirmy.>”

Daphne giggles as she is lifted towards the surface. Harper spins her around and tries her best to kiss the mermaid on the lips. Daphne’s super sexy giant egg sacs get in the way. Harper places her hands on them, which feels nice; or would feel nice if a kiddo didn’t decide to head butt both of her mamas (one from within the egg sac, the other through said egg sac) right at that moment.

“Feisty one, isn’t she?” Daphne jokes.

Harper, chuckling as she massages her hand, concurs. “Just like her Beloved mama.”

Daphne beams with an extra shark toothy grin. “Oh, I gave Mattie my letter for Norah when we filmed our thing for Emily. Mattie told me she was proud of my Norah gift!”

Harper looks a little bit worried at what Daphne came up with. Daphne ties to reassure her, “I wasn’t any more troll-y than Mattie was with Erin.” Daphne likes the Bazongas Memorial Botanical Garden, or, at least the statue at the entrance. Daphne doesn’t care for the plants themselves, as they are too close to vegetables.

Harper lets out a long exhale. “As long as you didn’t take it too far, okay. Ready for a little egg sacs skin care?”

As Daphne rests her huge egg sacs on the side of the pool so her Beloved can start to rub in the shea butter lotion that smells so appetizing, the mermaid keeps smiling. She wonders if Harper discovered the Susan Wagner Appreciation Wing of the Royal Art Gallery yet.

Oooh, I love when my Beloved rubs the lotion into my egg extractors.

Harper’s ears perk. She hears the horde of children running, giggling and screeching “Pool time!” It agitates the sea elf waaay more than expected.

“You okay, Beloved?”

“Filming a post-show thing. Wasn’t expecting the kids to be around.”

“You need help with the child blurring effect?”

“Wait. The hotel cameras can do that?”

“Bring the camera over here and turn it visible. I got this.”

Daphne casts Investiture of Lightning (just in case of zappy thing mishaps) and starts to play with the camera. She finds the right settings easily enough. Satisfied, Daphne lets go. “There, fixed. I’ll swim over to the kiddie pool proper and help lifeguard. See you over there in a bit!”

Daphne finds a water tube and starts to navigate it. It’s a little tricky, given her egg sacs, but she manages well enough. And soon, you two, soon you’ll get to swim around with your sisters!

Nyadia

The pile of bunny-children are screeching into the pool and Tina has collapsed into a lounge chair, exhausted. Mewlan and Meonica are heading straight for the biggest slide to splash down into the deep end of the pool. Nyadia is ready to jump into the pool to rescue a bunny that get in over her head only to see Harper walk into the nursery pool. That attracts some... attention.

“MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

About half of the 40 kids Nyadia and Tina have been supervising this afternoon all beeline to Harper. The sea elf is happy to see them, scooping up the younger bunny-girls and chatting with them. When the kids start dragging Harper into the pool, the queen allows it. The kids crawl all over the queen in the shallow end of the pool and happily allow themselves to be flung towards the deep end. Daphne has also pulled herself into the kiddie pool to help supervise the kids. Nyadia stalks the edge of the pool, serving as another set of eyes.

The younger bunny-girls start to flag first. Nyadia starts calling kids over and sending them to rest with the napping Tina. The older kids start to tire a bit later. Harper gathers the kids and starts to walk them all over to the area for story time. Nyadia pokes Tina up and says, “Your turn. Story time. Make it a good one.”

As Tina grumbles to go do what she does best, Nyadia stretches. She’s had a good day with the kids, even if Skye is going to be annoyed that the kids got to skip their afternoon lessons. Harper hip checks the lazzorkat, asking, “How’s it going today? I love it when I can find time for the kids.”

“Good. I helped Mewlan and Meonica practice their pouncing. Pouncing is very important.”

Harper stares at Nyadia, not quite sure how to handle that reasonable parental activity. “Ah, they weren’t pouncing on the bunnies, were they?”

Nyadia snorts, but reflects a little. While Mewland and Meonica would already be on their own if they were in Coedwig o Oleuadau, Nyadia has been instructing her children to respect her bunny-sisters and be aware of their differences. Harper has been so busy with the Queendom, the harem, and that project for the Argent Dancer which she doesn’t talk about that she isn’t as involved in the harem daughters lives as any of them want her to be. She answers, “No, they pounced on each other. I should let Skye know that they may be pouncing more now.”

Harper looks wistful, asking out of the blue, “Am I a bad mom?”

Nyadia wraps her Mistress up in a side hug, pressing the sea elf arm into her six breasts. “You have provided the children a home. Everything they could want or need. Loving parents that take care of them. And you try to be there for them too. Don’t mistake your lack of physical presence as neglect.”

Harper perks up a little, “Thanks, Nyadia.”

“Now when are you finally going to propose to me?”

Harper’s gulp is cute.

Aelene

Aelene escorts the elven children to the pool for some recreational exercise. Nyadia gives her a knowing smile as she walks towards the cacophony of the beastkin children’s story time. Even after these years, Aelene still does not like the noise; she can handle it in small doses, the family full moon festivals and the like, but that is mostly due to the fact that the youngest (and therefore loudest) children do not attend.

Summer is too noisy of a child already. She sees Tari Tyalangan first and runs into the queen’s waiting arms. The sea elf spins her drow daughter around and listens as the loud girl excitedly shares the events of the day.

The other children are more respectful. Lyra, like the well raised fruit of Aelene’s womb that she is, offers a curtsy to the queen before dutifully beginning her laps in the pool. The good mermaid Lady Daphne is supervising the high elf child’s strokes. Winter politely waits for Summer to finish (after a slight bow) so the twins can swim together. Tari Tyalangan gives the little drow at her feet a little hair mussing and a good word. Sulky Ophelia tries to avoid her mother altogether, only to be scooped up from behind in a big bear hug. The sea elf child struggles in the hug and gives the queen an unbecoming glare when she is let go.

Tari Tyalangan looks a little hurt as Aelene approaches and the children swim.

“I feel like a bad mom, the way Ophelia treats me.”

Aelene approaches with a curtsy, as is right and proper when greeting a queen, over the eye-rolling her wife gives her.

“Well, my liege, you are quite busy. Your daughter will understand and appreciate all that you do in time. From what I gathered, you were also quite moody as a child.”

“Yeah, I was. Rather not think about why. And if she feels that way about me, that feels like someone ripping out my heart and stomping it into mush.”

Not quite sure how to respond to that, Aelene talks about how these children of the harem are developing as the queen watches them swim. They have read a picture book together today in Common, one Skye ordered from the merch store; her friend Emi illustrated it. They worked on their Common script letters, too; Summer, the rambunctious child, teased Aelene a bit when they found that the adult’s Common handwriting was not much better than her own.

Sword fighting practice went well too. Through the children are only 3, their elven heritage gives them the grace and coordination of a human child thrice their age. Their muscles do tire quickly, so brief bursts of hard exercise is all they can do now. Aelene looks forward to longer training sessions in the coming years.

Daphne whoops and claps. Looks like Winter made it all the way across the shallow side of the pool without stopping. Tari Tyalangan smiles at that.

“You want to go swimming for a bit, Aelene? Been a bit since we had a lesson.”

The change in subject is a little jarring, but Aelene adjusts, “Maybe as a part of our next evening together. I don’t need Summer giving me more grief.”

The queen gives her wife a kiss on the cheek and moves to go swim with the children. Aelene watches from the sidelines, content with the scene, even if her wife rarely acts as dignified as a queen should. Their marriage is strong, even with all of the (generally good) complications the show foisted upon them. The queendom and its peoples are thriving. Their lives are not simple, but they are good. And Aelene would not want it any other way.

Glitterdust

After a too brief sexual encounter, Glitterdust is sitting on a mound of royal treasure as her MtF Goddess reads the dragon’s apology letter to Andi and Sam. She already magically examined Glitter’s gifts for “funny business” (finding none, of course). The goddess also checked the Andi birthday gifts that were stored in the royal treasury for tampering (also finding none). With a nod, the goddess seals the letters (with gifts) in a couple of envelopes and writes a brief note on each.

“So, Glitterdust, how are you doing down here?”

The dragon girl puts on a brave face. Her MtF goddess has not been as loving as Glitterdust would like. “I am doing okay, MY Harper. MY investments have increased the mining efficiency at Teleptafelya by 27% since last year, with the help of MY sex bud Mattie, of course. Other investment opportunities have arisen and borne fruit. The Queendom’s coffers are quite full, as you can see, MY Harper. Due to MY financial leadership, the Queendom has recovered from the siege by The Hunger and then some.”

“Thank you, Glitterdust, for your efforts. I know that our relationship has been… strained, but I am grateful that we can work together for the benefit of my people. Thank you.”

The goddess turns to leave, letters and presents sent to her inventory.

“Wait, MY Harper…”

The goddess waits. She doesn’t turn, but just stands there. Listening. Glitterdust wants to probe into her mind, read her thoughts, but knows that her goddess doesn’t like Glitter intruding.

So, Glitterdust begs, “I want more than thanks. I want more than the minimum to keep MY bond to you from killing ME. I want to have a part of your heart. When will you start to love ME just as much as you love the others?”

The goddess doesn’t turn. She answers, “You have a part of my heart already, Glitterdust. I hope you understand that. I see you try to earn my love and my heart aches from it. One day, when you can say my name as if I am a person, not a fetishized object, you will have succeeded. I pray that day comes soon.”

The goddess starts to leave again. Glitterdust sighs. She’ll never just accept who she is to ME, will she?