Tina Date 2, Part 2: A Dance in a Gym

Tina

Tina stares at the bathroom mirror, exhausted. Cock-dumb Francis is so tiring to deal with. Was I like this last night? Or the night before? She turns on the faucet, only to be disgusted and turn it back off. Why the fuck would they replace the water with cum in the bathroom plumbing? Gross. A quick cast of Prestidigitation can clean her hands better, anyways. Time to get back to it. When is this part of the date going to be done?

I was gone for like 5 minutes! Dammit.

Francis is on his knees, sucking off what looks like a middle manager imp, palming his clitty. He hums in utter bliss. The manager is egging him on as Francis blows him, “What a good girl you are, sucking my big imp cock. Just cum on the dotted line, and this can be your life. You and your girls can do this forever. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Francis pops off the cock to breathe, then answers, “Yummy. Big cock is yummy. You’d really let me please this forever?”

“NO! Get away from my girlfriend, you disgusting prick!”

Tina casts her new spell, levitating the imp several feet above Francis’ head. Francis moans, reaching up in a futile attempt at getting to... that thing between the imp’s legs, “Nooo! Wanna suck on his succulent cock! Come back down, penis!” Tina then throws a Fire Bolt at the contract under his legs. Francis yelps away. A couple of rounds of upcast Card Blasts later, and Tina stares down a devilish corpse, huffing in slowly draining fury.

Tina: -135 BP (Breach of Contract)

Tina: +2 XP (Banished a Level 3 monster, 0.75x penalty, rounded down [over-leveled])

Tina: Cum Guzzlers Influencer Tattoo Removed

Tina: Cum Guzzler Lovely Lady Lollies Sample Pack Removed

Francis: Cum Slut in Training Transformation Removed

The One-Shot Room resets to it’s default plain white room. Francis throws up some white goo. He’s seems out of it still. And the silver rabbit is back.

“Well, Ms. Campbell, you certainly made your feelings known. If you were planning on getting Ms. Kimura to help you with your agent, you should do so tonight. He is currently spewing forth some especially vile insults in my direction. He will NOT be happy at your nightly meeting. Let me get you two cleaned up.”

A gentle magic washes over Tina and he shivers in delight. When the spell is over, her hair, make-up, and attire has been completely restored. She watches Francis get the same treatment.

“Oh, and since Mr. O’Connor did not get the full benefit of his Tongues casting, let me handle the refresh.” The bunny is suddenly in Tina’s arms, nuzzling into her dress’ boob window. And then the bunny is gone.

Scarlet

Ugh, that was a long session. While grateful for the extra BP, Scarlet is not happy that she got increased sales via a 2 for 1 menu item special Circe ran. Her tits feel like ground chuck after all that groping. Scarlet wants to take a shower and pass out in bed.

Scarlet: +81 BP

Scarlet: The Magic of Student Loans +1 Progress: 14/319

So, she’s very frustrated to find that the tavern door opens up to a small copse of palm trees right off the beach. What now? she mentally groans as she steps through the door. The sand feels warm between her toes. The breeze feels cool on the remnants of sweat and seawater on her body. Wait...

The redhead looks down to see that she is completely nude. She huddles down to both cover herself up as best she can and to figure out where she is exactly. She sees the light of the hotel up the hill, past the trees. Ok, just have to sneak my way back into the hotel, then find some clothes. Easy. I got some sneaking skill now. Worst thing happens, I just make a break for it.

Scarlet starts creeping towards the hotel, careful not to step on a branch, careful not to make a sound. The trees seem to form a natural ring, so she carefully scans the area before sneaking into it. It’s dark. It’s quiet. Everything is fine. Scarlet makes it most of the way through the copse when she hears a sing-songy soprano teasingly giggle behind her. The redhead scrambles for the shade of the tree in front of her, only for the tree to stay in the same place, no matter how hard she runs. Beckie’s fucking with me, isn’t she? Scarlet buckles down and hugs her knees again.

“You know, dear Scarlet, the pervs have already seen your, well, everything. No point in running. No point in hiding. Sorry for the little joke. Come. Turn around. Sit. Let’s chat, you and I.”

Scarlet turns around, still trying to cover up, to see the most beautiful woman her eyes have ever laid on. Lustrous silver hair, down to her ankles. Pert breasts, with strands of hair just barely providing an acceptable level of modesty. Tight tummy. Legs that go for days. And lilac skin? The lady sits, patting the ground beside her, giving Scarlet a wry smile.

Scarlet tentatively approaches, asking, “Who are you?”

“My sweet little cinnamon roll of a champion hasn’t told you enough about me? I’m hurt.” The woman presses a hand over the hair covering her left breast.

“Wait, Skye’s weirdo religion is real?”

She giggles. “That’s the second time one of you asked that tonight. And it’s probably going to happen again by the time morning comes, too. I suppose I should blame your dimension’s gods, abandoning you all without making sure they instilled the proper respect in you. No matter. I like to think I’m pretty chill.”

Let’s leave the implications of that aside for now. “Is there something in particular you wanted? Or did you just want to make my very long day longer?”

“I came to make you an offer. Someone made a choice on her class that needs some resolution.”

What?

“I’d prefer conversing by hearing your words to reading your thoughts. We need a little religion lesson, I suppose. So, every dimension works slightly differently. But, in the ones I have influence, there are generally three basic pillars to organized worship. First, the clerics. Their primary role is to administer rites, to bless and build up the people. Second, the paladins. Their primary role is to fight for justice, to protect the innocent. At least mine do. Paladins for other gods will do other things. Third, the monks. Their primary role is to study, to discover new truths of their god for the people, to pass wisdom down. They often do other tasks in pursuit of their new truths: teach, provide charity, counsel. See your conundrum?”

“Monks serve a god? And I’m currently freelance. So, you are here to, what, recruit me?”

She giggles again. “Pretty much. Or, if you’d like, I can give you references for others you could serve. Given how the show has influenced your class, your options are pretty... limited.”

“What do you mean?” Scarlet asks, dreading the answer.

“Well, a quick flip through my mental interdimensional Rolodex of monastic orders, the typical job for monks with your particular skills is,” the goddess pauses, then squeaks, “temple prostitute.”

Scarlet is extremely offended by that. She sardonically asks, “And you have use for temple prostitutes?”

“Well, in some dimensions, sure. My portfolio always include beauty, often includes love, and sometimes includes lust. Of course, I am always an avatar of freedom. Just because you have skills from a monastic order of prostitutes, doesn’t mean I would **** you to serve me on your back. Honestly, once you are freed from that dreadful brain rotting transformation, you could seriously help me by offering marriage counseling wherever your harem ends up.”

She doesn’t want to take advantage of me like that? “Huh.”

“Again, if I’m not the right fit, I understand. Sune is way more popular than me.”

“Sorry, but I barely remember Sune from high school. And we never dug into the whole ‘there are good aligned drow out there’ thing. So, how can I decide right now? This is a big deal.”

“How about this,” the goddess offers, “You do two things for me, and I give you a couple of rewards for it. We reconvene sometime after the next challenge. That sound fair?”

“What things?”

“Thing one, learn about me. My champion is very devoted, but still needs to separate my reality from what she grew up with. Your future wife barely worships me, but has a better grasp of me when he can find the time. Either or both. Talk. Figure out whether you can believe in me. Fair?”

Future wife? I assume she means Francis. Wasn’t exactly thinking about marrying her. Scarlet nods.

“Thing two, one of my tenets is that, when you practice an art, you devote yourself to it. While you are physically competent in your dance, your heart just isn’t in it.”

“What are you talking about? I love to dance!”

“Your attitude when I moved the tavern door to dump you out here says otherwise. Rediscover your love of dance, even when you are **** to entertain the staff. When the show is over, you can move onto some other art, if you wish.”

That’s a much harder ask, Scarlet thinks. “I’ll try.”

“Again, as much as I’d like all of you to join the dance, I’ll understand if you don’t vibe with me. But, first, your rewards. First one is a little help with your future wife’s communication issues. Aaaaand done. You now know Elvish,” the goddess says, then switches to Elvish to add, “<Would you like to try it out? Or save it for your date?>”

Huh. Useful. The goddess waits a bit for her to answer. Deciding that an answer isn’t coming, she continues, “<The second prize is something to help rediscover that joy. Grab it and I’ll pop up a door to take you back to your dorm room. I’ll be watching. Goodnight, dear Scarlet.>”

The goddess dissolves in the moonlight, leaving behind a door and a big spear thing? Scarlet grabs it and heads though the door. Daphne is gnawing on her squeaky squid toy in frustration, before finally spitting it out, shouting, “Done! Have to wait until morning to add it to my preparation list, but done.” She turns around, “Oh, hey Scarlet. Nice egg sacs. What’s with the glaive?”

“Present from Skye’s weird naked goddess. Wanna Identify it for me? Make sure it’s not going to brainwash me?”

“Sure.” The mermaid starts her ritual as Scarlet gets a quick shower in. It’s weird how Daphne just accepts that I was visited by a goddess like it’s no big thing. By the time she gets out, Daphne is ready.

“This is kind of neat. Take a look:”

Strip Polearm (Level 1): Monk Weapon. Reach. Two-handed. 3 slashing damage. [1] erotic damage. This mithril glaive with moonstone accents have the strength of a normal glaive, but is light enough to be used by trained monks. The wielder can, as part of an attack action, sacrifice 2 damage and any subsequent weapon attacks to slam the glaive into the ground. The glaive will function as an immovable rod while in the ground, only releasing when the femcum of the wielder is smeared on the blade of the glaive. Unarmed attacks made while using the glaive as a pole gain [1] erotic damage. Leveled items can be increased by meeting set conditions. To Level: Cause a creature to orgasm from erotic damage while using the weapon as a pole.

“Great. Stripper gear.” Scarlet pops the glaive into her inventory. She asks, “Where’s Dinah?”

“Josie volunteered to watch her tonight. We thought that maybe it would be a good idea for her to not sleep here until we know who did that to her.”

“And it’s safe for us?”

“Give me a few minutes and it will be. I went ahead an added another spell to my list. And, since it’s a ritual, I can cast it now.” Daphne starts her whalesong chanting as she does things to the door. Weird.

When the mermaid is done doing whatever she just did, she turns around and asks, “Hey, your date’s tomorrow. Got plans for it?”

“Actually, yeah. May I borrow your room? My plans are rather extensive.”

Francis

The last thing he remembers is breathing in that pink mist. It tasted like cotton candy. Now, he’s sitting in beat-up car in a parking lot, his outfit from Tina’s trailer restored.

“<Ugh, what happened? Where are we? And why am I both so nauseous and famished?>”

“Fucking contract happened. I fixed it, in a way. We’re still in the One-Shot Room, but we moved on to the next scene. So, prom. Assuming you’re still up for everything, Mom always kept some tummy ache medicine in the car, if you need it. Food may be a little trickier, since our prom wasn’t catered or anything, but, worst thing happens, we book it upstairs early.”

“<Any idea how long we have left on the spell?>” Francis digs through the glove compartment and finds some store-brand Pepto. He chews up a couple of the chalky pink tablets.

“Uh, 47 minutes. Our quirky producer decided to help.”

“<Well, I guess we shouldn’t disappoint. Do I need to prepare for ninjas or wolverines or anything like that when we walk in?>”

“I hope not. I asked Daphne to program in what would have happened if I actually went to prom.”

“<Shall we?>” Francis gets out of the car to open the driver’s side door for Tina. He offers his arm to the bonny bunny, which she graciously accepts. She leans her head on his shoulder as she directs them to the gymnasium. Before they enter, she stops.

“Hey, Francis,” she asks, “Let me do the talking, okay?” He nods.

They enter into the gym. Apparently, Gamblin’ High’s school mascot is the “Legitimate Businessman”, which is a little too on the nose. Francis takes in the sights as Tina yells at the older woman running the ticket stand. Looks like about a 100 kids in the gym and a dozen or so chaperons. Francis feels out of place. The stands are pushed out of the way to allow for several round tables to be scattered around the perimeter of the gym, with the basketball court serving as the dance floor. The actual basketball nets are pushed to the ceiling, and one of the sides of the court has a temporary raised stage. Soon enough, Tina is back by his side.

“Oooh! I love this song! Let’s dance!”

It’s a girlie pop song. Tina half-drags him to the dance floor, but he doesn’t mind it. Her idea of dancing to the song is a bunch of rhythmic jumping. Little basic, so he adds in some flair, twirling around with some lunging leaps. His “elven self”, or however he should think about that life’s worth of memories plugged into his brain, enjoyed dancing; this is really the first time he got to experience it when not in a life or **** situation, outside of Josie’s DDR thing. He wonders if Tina would like to dance for real, only to be rudely shoved to the side by a very tall jock in a tuxedo T-shirt.

“Hey, look, it’s Scaredy Tina. So afraid of Cap’n’s dick that you ran into the arms of this sissy fag,” the stereotypical jock sneers, “Shouldn’t you be learning how to suck cock from your whore of a Mom?”

“Shut up, Cletus,” Tina spits. She is obviously terrified.

“Make me.”

Tina, to her credit, does throw a punch. This Cletus construct just laughs it off, then says, “My turn.” He rears back and Francis grabs his arm. “Hey, the sissy fag has some spunk in him. Jeb, wanna get the fag off? Don’t want his gayness to rub off on me.” Another jock construct in a tux T-shirt approaches, only for Francis to deliver a side kick to the jock’s face. The construct stumbles back with a broken nose. It’s lucky that he didn’t try to use the stiletto heel.

Cletus turns to face Francis. He’s got a good foot of height on Francis, even with the extra height from the heels. With a hammer blow, Cletus tries to strike. Francis sidesteps, then lands a shin kick to the construct’s stomach. It bowls over. A couple more T-shirt wearing jocks drag Cletus away.

“<You okay, Tina?>”

“My ex was the captain of the basketball team. His buds were harassing me like that for a week by the time prom came up. But they weren’t as bad as...” Tina’s interrupted by a large chunk of ice, dripping with punch, smacking her in the head. Tina falls forward. It’s hard to tell if she’s bleeding or if the punch is just staining the back of her head. Either way...

“You dare show your face to prom after you broke Chet’s heart, you skank? And you brought another skank with you? This one is carpet-munching lesbo slut too?”

Tina is curling up into a ball. Francis looks at the girl screaming at the bonny bunny. “<Back off.>”

“Of course the skank could only find a defective foreign slut. Go back where you’ve come from.”

“Francis, no. Please. We can just leave,” Tina whispers, barely loud enough for him to hear, “You can’t beat the popular kids. They’re too popular.” She looks out of it.

“<One, I certainly can beat the popular kids. Pretty sure one Earth Tremor would be all that it would take. Two, they aren’t real. Just an algorithm in Daphne’s system. We can leave if you want, but, if you wanted to have more than one dance at the prom, we can just turn them off.>” Francis casts Shield to stop another big chunk of ice from hitting them.

Tina’s in tears, still looking woozy. “This night’s been all wrong, Francis. I just want to go.”

The room goes white. Francis offers a hand to the bonny bunny. She takes it. He helps her stand and checks the back of her head. Yup. Definitely bleeding. “Let’s get you patched up.”