Tina Date 3, Part 3: Lunch AND Recess?

Aelene

Aelene is still struggling with the rope transformation, though it is lessened now that her Mistresses are not nearby. As the good oread Scarlet suggested, Aelene finds herself in the library, preparing to do research on this oblex Beckie foe. She finds the good human Dinah and one of the mermaids (with fantastically large breasts) at a table. Aelene can’t help but to listen in before she announces herself.

“Alright, slut, here is what we got. Basically 2 categories. Category 1 are those who used the wish to find an escape loophole. I’ll let you know that every loophole found by these former contestants have been closed, but, if you want to find a new loophole, you are welcome to try. Category 2 are contestants on Former Host seasons that were able to recreate or otherwise regain their former power well enough to escape. Again, their escape attempts have been since countered by specific reinforcements to the dimensional isolation spells. If you want to try to collect enough power to attempt a similar escape, knock yourself out. With that, I’ll leave you to it.”

The good human Dinah sighs and picks up the top file in the first stack the mermaid pointed out. The mermaid sighs for a different reason, and starts to shimmy away.

“Excuse me, good mermaid, may this one get some assistance?”

Then, the mermaid turns around, daggers in her eyes. Such pain in them.

“This one is sorry, good mermaid. This one can manage to find what this one needs. Sorry for your loss.”

The daggers soften. “I’m not okay, but the show must go on. Tell me what you want and I’ll fetch it before getting back to mourning.”

“Whatever you have on oblexes. Specifically strategies on how to fight them. Thank you, good mermaid. If this one may be so bold as to ask, how many?”

Some more tension in the mermaid releases. “Between my daughters and nieces, a couple of dozen.”

“This one will pray for them and for you, good mermaid.”

“Save your prayers, elf. I want... I don’t know what I want but I want... something. Please.”

Unbidden, the mermaid wraps Aelene up in a hug. Aelene hugs her back. Bitter tears are shed and Aelene tries to soothe her. She rarely had to deal with aggrieved parents, but she always was keenly aware of this particular duty. She’s caused too much pain with so many letters, even if that pain was ultimately due to a gnoll’s spear. Eventually, the mermaid lets go and gives Aelene a nod. Both putting on brave faces, the mermaid shimmies away to her task. Aelene heads to sit at the table with the good human Dinah.

“Good afternoon, good human Dinah? Is this one remembering your name correctly? This one has not had a chance to meet you formally.”

The good human just scowls.

“Sorry, good human. This one is under the effect of Mistress Skye’s transformation, so this one is speaking a little oddly. Still, this one would like to make your acquaintance?”

“Look, I tried the whole ‘let’s be a team’ thing and it backfired on me, as I am literally the only one that our Mistress has rejected. So, excuse me for not giving a flying fuck about getting to know you. I have more important things to do. Find a different table.”

The submissiveness from the rope transformation triggering, Aelene crawls away, then finds a different table. Maybe some of my ancestors were right when they say humans never grow up?

Harper

Wow. That room really was something. It made 10 hours just feel like one. We definitely need to get one of those once the game is done. Maybe Daphne’s Restocking transformation works in a similar fashion? Something to talk about over lunch, I suppose.

The trio finished their study session (Tina grumbling the whole time) and are now in a cafeteria on campus. The arrangement feels odd. From Harper’s old human life, she remembered a quick check-in station and a buffet of cafeteria food, with a bunch of tables around. Here, it feels different. For example, the succubus (wo)manning the check-in station is a lot more chatty. “Hiya, dolls! Ooooh, members of three different houses eating together? Did you do something heinous and are now stuck in some sort of group project punishment?”

“Nope, just wanting to eat lunch with my girlfriends.”

“Very well,” the check-in succubus sarcastically replies, “What are you having?”

They order up front. Daphne gets a big bowl of sashimi (of course), Tina gets “the most college food you can find me”, and Harper her usual boring lunch of baked chicken breast, roasted broccolini, and roasted sweet potatoes. The check-in lady laughs about “someone ordering food” as she plugs in the order. She then directs them to a table. And tied to the table is a naked moderately-attractive woman with a barcode womb tattoo that Harper is desperately trying to avoid staring at. “Hi, my name is Annabelle. Have a seat. The food will be out shortly.”

Nice to see all three of us are equally uncomfortable.

Tina is the first to actually sit down, “Uh, hi, my name is Tina. How do you do?”

Annabelle gives them a confused look. Harper steps in by sitting down and saying, “We’re from another dimension. One where women are not normally tied naked to a cafeteria table. Sorry for the faux pas, but what exactly is the etiquette here?”

“Oooooh, no worries. Rare to see folks from elsewhere, but it happens often enough. So, being that most of the folks here feed on the sexual energies of mortals, I work for the... let’s say ‘food vendor’. Normally, a group of friends or whatever will order someone that more or less fits my description and get directed over to me. They feed, making me cum my brains out dozens of times, and then someone comes sanitize me. It goes on like that until the end of meal service. Best job I ever had, let me tell you.”

Daphne sits down. “Um, Beloved, can I...”

Harper has a feeling she know exactly what Daphne is asking permission for and decides to finish the question a different way, “Play with Tina’s tits while we wait for lunch? Ask her.”

Annabelle laughs out loud, “Wow, you really are from elsewhere. I’m totally free use. Anyone can use me in whatever sexual manner they want, as loud as they don’t damage me to the point where I can’t work. You can play with my hooters if you want, mermaid girl.”

Daphne starts to reach for the boobs, only to stop as Harper gives her the stink-eye. “I don’t want anyone to have hard feelings because one of us does something with someone outside the harem. I’m sure taking Annabelle up on that offer will bother at least two of us, Daph.”

Tina, trying to change the conversation, nervously asks, “Got any hobbies?”

“Hobbies? You think I have time for hobbies? I eat, sleep, generate lust by edging while watching mandatory porn for hours on end, and get fed on. Now, you want to talk porn? I can do that.”

“Wanna follow me on Insta-Thot?” Ugh. Sometimes Tina.

“You have a free tier, right? Give me your handle and I’ll see if your content is porn-y enough and match my tastes enough to add you to my edging station rotation.”

“Hate to ask, but, how much do you get paid?”

“Room, board, one day a month off with a $50 stipend. Again, best job I’ve ever had.”

Another nude woman with a barcode tat delivers lunch. Tina’s meal turned out to be leftover pizza. Harper has lost her appetite, but forces herself to eat anyways. “That sounds like **** wages,” she notes, once she feels comfortable enough to speak again.

“No offense, but I hope you aren’t planning on moving here, ‘cause you won’t make it far, no matter how much magic you have. Slavery is legal here and we have an extremely strict caste system. In fact, everyone is tested when they hit adulthood. You get stuck at a level based on the strongest spell you can cast at that time. No magic means you are sold to the state for a pittance and you probably don’t survive 5 years. Cantrips only, like me? You’re lucky to find a job like this one. $50 a month is a lot of money for someone at my caste level. Most sell themselves off when they can’t find enough work to live.”

Harper mechanically eats. It may be a good thing Daphne is holding my sword right now. I’m certainly tempted to use it. Give me a sign, Eilistraee.

Tina pulls out her phone and frames Annabelle’s face to be beside her own.

“Heya, Tina, Titan of Trickery here at Sexy Lola’s Academy for Gifted Girls! I’m filming some special stuff here today and wanted to do a little behind the scenes preview. This here is Annabelle – hi Annabelle – and she’s our table, I guess? I don’t know how tipping works here, but I’d like to give her one and hope you guys out there will help me. We here at Tina HQ are going to figure out how to send the proceeds of this post to her, maybe help her set up a retirement fund? I’ll even start the pot with however much money 100 BP turns into. So, give generously. Love yas! Byeee!”

She hits send, then starts typing out a message to Prudence. Reading the response, Tina says, “Sorry if this is offensive, Annabelle.” She snaps a pic of her barcode and sends it. The next response goes to both of them: “It will be done. Deducting your points now, Tina. The producer insists on you NOT ruining Tina’s date by trying to slaughter everyone in power there, Harper. Be a good girl. Patience will be rewarded. – Prudence.”

Tina: -100 BP (Donation)

Tina: +5 VP (Touch the Mistress’s Heart)

Annabelle is, frankly, shocked by the turn of events. “I speak out of turn, sass you high level magic users, and you respond by trying to help me? Please, never, ever come back here. I don’t want this world rubbing off on you. You’re too good for this place.”

The tension lifted (at least a little), everyone finishes lunch. Daphne even used a fork without even being asked (progress!). Their supervisory chauffeur meets them at the cafeteria entrance. Harper was about to confront her, when Daphne whispered in Aquan “<Beloved, this is a dimension like the one Isla came from. They are very magic supremacist here. You aren’t going to find any allies here if you lose it. You will just make Tina upset. And maybe us dead. So, please play nice.>” Harper bides her tongue, but really wants to punch something.

So, it was quite the relief when the fight against that uppity succubus is next on the schedule.

“Thought you weren’t gonna show, skank.”

The Circle of Honor is a chalk circle (with a diameter that could barely contain a basesball set of bases) on a hard, concrete floor, with two breaks in it on opposite ends. A quick arcana check later, Harper figures the chalk is demarcating the edge of a ward; something to keep errant spells from damaging the building. Just outside the circle, equidistant to the breaks, sits an official’s chair kind of like as seen at a tennis match. Harper cracks her neck. Felicity sits in the referee’s chair and starts to talk, “Alright, ladies. We settle disputes here in the Circle of Honor. Step in. Standard Magic Duel rules. 1 round of preparation, then fight. The wards in the circle will convert all damage into arousal. First to cum loses. Stakes?”

“When I win, the skank becomes my ****.” Malediction declares.

“Malediction, I will not approve you enslaving our guests. Name a different stake or we’ll do the standard one.”

“What’s the standard stake, if I may be so bold as to ask?”

“Being locked in chastity until you perform an approved humiliation.”

Harper contemplates it. I’ve done enough humiliating acts. Maybe making her do one would do her some good. “Standard stake is fine by me, Felicity.”

“Fuck you. I’ll utterly ruin you in but a moment.”

Now, either succubi work differently here or the bratty bitch is incredibly outmatched. Harper busts out her arcane focus arm wraps and steps into the circle. Now, she took a spell to be able to summon an emergency weapon (Shadow Blade, with makes a DoD equivalent to a lasersword from Space Wars) and now seems appropriate. Of course, she upcasts it to 5th level to maximize the damage. Then, she covers most of the distance between herself and the succubus. She casts Mage Armor. Just Mage Armor. Yup. She’s going down quickly.

Harper starts the bladesong, singing a battle hymn to Eilistraee, blending in the words to Booming Blade into the mix. Thunderous psychic damage powerful enough to slice a limb clean off converts into intense heat inside the succubus’s nethers. The succubus moans loudly, just to take a shoving slash that knocks her back. Her moan is so forlornly lusty. The secondary damage from Booming Blade is more insult than injury, given how completely out of it she looks.

“You might be really, really strong with that sword, but you’ll still be my bitch! Charm Person!”

Harper chuckles as she just waves the spell off on the first word. Dumb bitch never learned to not just shout out the title of the spell to cast it.

She waves her hands as she falls to her knees, facing Felicity “I concede, I concede. Just don’t make me do that stuff, please! I too pretty to be locked up!”

“Have you learned to stop picking fights?” Felicity asks.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll be a good little girl!”

“Fine. Harper, as a guest, do you have a suggestion for Malediction’s humiliation?”

Harper asks the defeated succubus, “Do you own any people?”

“Of course.”

“Fine. Sell all of your worldly inanimate possessions, free your slaves, and split the proceeds of your sales among them.”

“What! Outrageous! I can’t be one of the poors! I refuse!”

Felicity mutters, “Soft-hearted foreigner.” Then speaks aloud, “What will it be: Harper’s suggestion, permanent chastity, or a stake of my choosing?”

“Fine. A stake of your choosing.”

Suddenly, Harper’s lips feel like they are on fire. She grits her teeth in pain, refusing to give the succubi the satisfaction of seeing her cry out in agony. Malediction looks like her soul just died. What did she do to us?

Tina bounds into Harper’s arms in celebration. “You were amazing, cutie!” Harper gives a kiss to Tina’s ear, which causes the bonny bunny to instantly cum, her juices spurting directly on the floor.

What did she do to me? Harper checks her phone. It takes her a bit (her transformation sheet is stupid long), but she finds it. Guess that’s my prize:

Love is a Battlefield – Harper enjoys smothering her harem with kisses. Now she can smother her foes with the same. Harper becomes supernaturally good at kissing, increasing the pleasure the recipient experiences dramatically when Harper wills it. As an action, she can spend 3 SP to turn a kiss into a weapon. The recipient of the kiss must succeed in a Libido check or take 16 erotic damage (half of that on a mixed success). The target’s hit point maximum is reduced by the same amount as the damage taken until they complete a long rest. If the damage reduces the target’s maximum hit points to 0, they instantly die. Harper gains half of the damage dealt as temporary HP (Succubus).

Tina comes to, going, “Wow. Um, wow. Okay, I need more kisses in my life, cutie. Help me up? I got a Flyegg match to win!”

Now where did Daphne go?