Tina Date Night 1, Part 2: Is That a Rabbit In Your Pants or Are You Just Glad to See Me?

Scarlet

Scarlet was just finishing up her message to Francis as Josie knocks on her door frame.

“Hey, I stuck my foot in my mouth again,” the gym girl moans, with an exacerbated sigh, “Want some company?”

“Let me guess: you tried to seduce Dinah, right? I might have tried a couple of nights ago. She’s a stubborn one. Come on in.”

Josie sits on the foot of the bed. “I just feel so bad,” she begins, “Tina and us, we can fuck each other senseless and that’s great. But it’s not enough for me. I want to make her feel good, too, you know? I want all of us to feel good.”

“Give her time. She’s dealing with something insane; imagine, knowing you couldn’t have kids for decades, then suddenly the slightest touch could get your pregnant. Take anyone time to adjust, to trust a partner not to take it too far. And that’s not even considering the fucking game we are stuck in. I hope we can all hold it together long enough to get to the good end. Until then, we just need to let her grow into the situation.”

“Surprisingly wise, considering your brain-fuckery.”

“Okay, we are definitely going to need to gag you before sex tonight. You are very good at ruining the mood with your big mouth…”

Scarlet slips out of her panties, already a little damp from the conversation, and struts over to the gym bunny. Shoving the panties in Josie’s mouth, she leans in to whisper, “No orgasm for you tonight if these pop out. You can at least taste me through ‘em.” The gym girl’s eyebrows say anger, but her eyes are smiling. She pushes the redhead onto the bed and slips a finger in her wet snatch.

Fuck. That feels so good already.

Francis

Francis chuckles at Tina’s antics.

Tina blushes, “Okay, so I need to work on my introduction. This is a first time trial run of the act and I only had like half a day to plan. Give me a break, ‘kay?”

Francis nods.

“For my first trick, let’s start with an amazing feat of strength and skill. I’m going to need a volunteer. You, sir, the only one in the room. Come on up.”

Francis mock points at himself, play-acting like she couldn’t be referring to him. Seeing her mood shift from amusement to slight annoyance, he makes his way up to “the stage”.

“Now, sir, for this trick we are going to need a deck of playing cards. Do you happen to have some playing cards on you?”

“No,” he admits, “Do you?”

“Shit. I knew I forgot something. Can you get some cards for me? You know I spent all my phony baloney Monopoly money on getting real magic. I don’t think I can exactly order any cards now.”

Thinking quickly, he states, “Maybe? Give me a sec.”

Francis jogs to his game nook. He might have some spell cards somewhere in this DoD stuff. Digging around, he finds his spell card binder; feeling cute, he pulls the cards on Tina’s spell list. He jogs back, saying, “Will these do?”

She erupts into mock laughter. “So, since you are holding them in your hands, you can tell that they are plain, ordinary cards from some nerd game, correct?”

He nods.

“Good. I’d like you to throw one of those cards as hard as you can at that punching bag thingy,” Tina indicates the nearest heavy bag.

“Okay,” Francis answers. With a flip of the wrist, he whips the card towards the heavy bag; the card lightly bounces off.

“Aww, isn’t that cute, folks? Big strong man couldn’t even move the bag with that. My turn. Hand me three cards.”

He does so. He doesn’t catch whatever palming technique she uses to hide the cards he handed her, but he does notice the redness of her cheeks increasing. She swapped the real cards for illusory ones. Nailing his conclusion home, she adds, “You know, I don’t want to throw dumb nerd game cards; I want the real deal.” She folds her hands across the fake cards to change the image to 3 aces of diamonds. Her cheeks redden more as she “flings” the aces towards the bag. All 3 collide at different angles with a meaty slam. The bag wobbles.

“Ta-da! Whatcha think?”

“Good improvising. Trick may have worked better if you had me throw 3 cards at once or one card each at three bags. Sending all 3 magic missile bolts at the same bag made it look a little unfair.”

She starts to sniffle, “You mean, you’re not impressed?”

“Just because I understand what you did doesn’t mean I’m unimpressed. I’m sure with more planning and practice, you will pull off that trick even better.”

She beams at that. Her smile fills the whole room as she replies, “Thanks! For my next trick, I am still needing a volunteer. How about you, only fellow in the room?”

“Me again? Okay.”

“For my next trick, I really need to figure out how to incorporate it into the show, but I didn’t exactly have a good guinea pig. I know it can’t hurt you but...”

“You wanna blast my face with Color Spray?”

“You can be so annoying, Mr. Smarty-Pants. So, can I test my new spell? All I got to see this afternoon is that I shoot out a beam of pretty colors.”

“Go ahead, then. I even promise to not resist.”

She giggles as she summons the magic. The last thing he sees before the spell hits him is that she is starting to be visibly aroused around her lower lips. The effect is both evocative and utterly debilitating. A swirl of kaleidoscopic colors engulf the entirety of his vision, with images of Tina in various sexual acts merging and blending into the shifting colorscape. Tinas masturbating. Tinas making out with herself. Tinas 69’ing herself. He can still hear what’s going on around him, Tina starting to breathe raggedly. He feels his cock (already somewhat erect from spending this evening with the basically naked bunny girl) strain against the confines of his clothes, begging to come out. His breaths start to match hers.

Then, suddenly, the colors disappear; it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust. Her voice breathier, she asks, “How was it?”

He describes what he “saw”. He watches as she lightly brushes one of her nipples with one hand and reach down to her lips below, swollen red and dripping. She looks like she is trying to resist the urge to finish off what the magic use started. To be fair, it takes everything he has to not reach down underneath his pants.

“My next trick idea would require a lady. I would want to use Disguise Self to make myself look like the volunteer. I’m going to be doing some wish-casting instead, make myself look like how I want you to be by the end of the game. Interested?”

She doesn’t even wait for his response. She evokes the magic, needing to rub her thighs together just to keep herself from plunging into the depths of her swollen cunt. Her hair shimmers and shifts to a dark red as her eyes turn a lighter shade of blue. He can see the barest hints of himself as her face shifts, her ears returning to “normal”. Her shoulders grow a smidgen broader as her breasts shrink about a cup size. Muscles ripple as they appear to grow. Her hips shrink a little, her legs grow longer. And her crotch looks absolutely soaked with her love juices.

Her breaths are extremely ragged now. She appears to be barely containing the urge to orgasm.

“What do you think? You like what I want the new you to be?”

Francis is conflicted. Tina looks so fucking hot right now, he can’t deny it. His dick is literally attempting to punch a hole through his pants right now. Still, the vision before him is making this game real in a way it wasn’t before. An end-goal. And not necessarily the one he would choose.

“C’mon, perv, you really think I’d want you to have bigger boobs than me? Gotta have something on new you. Time for the finale, the last trick. After this one is done, I’m going to go through some orgasmic bliss beyond your wildest imaginings. Let’s see what the two of us would look like together once we got you perfect.”

Tina shifts back to her normal appearance. She then casts her last spell of the night, forming the image of her ideal Francis beside her. Both the real and illusory women look like they are in the throes of edging to climax. Tina turns to face the image, carefully making out with it, shifting the image to blend seamlessly with her kisses. Both women fall to their knees, still kissing. Then the redheaded one disappears as the blonde bunny squirts out a massive orgasm. She has a stupid grin on her face as drool runs down the side of her gaping mouth.

Tina: +4 VP (Masturbated in Front of Master [Magic Show] x2 Bonus [first time master participant])

Skye

Skye is sitting and reading her prayerbook on the dorm room chair. Indigo is on the bed, drawing on this touchscreen thing. It’s quiet. It’s nice.

The silence is broken by the VStreemer as she sets down her touchscreen thing. She asks, “Sooo, Skye, you don’t know what porn is?”

Skye replies, “No.”

Indigo has one of her mischievous grins on. This is going to be uncomfortable, isn’t it?

Both of their phones fire off text notifications. Skye reads, frowning at the third message.

“Hey, Indigo, is there a way to easily respond to The Master’s request for the exact wording of my transformation? Also, did you get this third message?” Skye shows the pervert her phone.

“Third message? I did not. Oh, that Glorious Master! The fact that The Master thinks I need improving is bad enough, but to ask you to snitch on me? Fuck that.”

Skye is a little confused. The Lady asks us to pursue perfection. We all need improving. She notices another notification on Indigo’s phone. She points it out, also asking what “snitch” means. Indigo’s vocabulary is often confusing.

Indigo nearly hurls her phone at the nearest wall, only being stopped by her rope lashing her arm to her breast. She lets out a frustrated groan.

“I’m guessing that notification is bad?”

Indigo can read off her phone, if a little awkwardly. She takes on a snotty, mocking tone as she reads, “Warning: The Master’s patience for your crass insubordination has waned. Further instances of rebelliousness will result in VP penalties. Submit like a proper sex slut.”

I guess her date went really badly. Francis was so considerate to me and I was not very polite. To get a warning like that...

Indigo again interrupts her thoughts, “So, all I need you to do is tell The Master that I have been a perfect little angel whenever he asks.”

“I’m not going to lie to The Master, Indigo. That’s no way to build a relationship.”

Indigo turns bright red and screams, “Then fuck you too, pelotillera!” She turns to face the wall, lays down, and starts to go to sleep.

Skye sighs. Why can’t we all just get along?

Tina

“That’s bullshit! That one time shouldn’t count!”

Tina is staring at her phone notification. While she can’t be totally sure, she can’t believe she didn’t get a bonus for masturbating during a magic show for the first time. It was just one time and it was miserable and embarrassing and it shouldn’t count against me now!

Francis sits beside her and gives her a side-hug. “Do you want me to try and get this mysterious host to show up? Make your appeal that way?”

“Eww, gross, no,” Tina replies, “Beckie can fuck right off a cliff. I doubt she’d do anything anyways. She’ll just tell me that, technically, you already did it.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Francis does not look like he wants to talk about it, but looks willing to listen anyways.

“It was my first real gig as an assistant. The magician was a has been who drank away his money and talent, like most of my former bosses. He had a regular gig at a strip club in town. I just turned 18 and didn’t know any better. I was told that I wouldn’t be stripping, just assisting in a bikini as the guy made bras disappear and whatever. The bikini bottom felt heavier than normal; he said it was to help protect my modesty. He fucking lied to my face, the bastard. They were vibrating panties. Once the show started, he slowly cranked up the vibrations; by the time I realized the growing warmth in my puss wasn’t nerves, it was too late. Asshole made me cum in front of all those people. I kicked him in the balls, quit on the spot, and nearly got blacklisted for my trouble.”

“That’s horrible.”

“That’s Gamblin’. I’m still pissed about not getting more points.”

He sighs. He tries to put on a brave face, but he doesn’t look excited by what he is about to offer, “I know you aren’t attracted to me right now, but there are still things we can do to get you some more points if that’s the problem.”

She notices that he still has a raging erection tenting his pants. “No offense, but I’m not that horny.”

“Sorry. Didn’t... mean... that. I meant the hair thing.”

“Oh,” Tina replies, deadpan. She adds some concern to her voice as she continues, “Scarlet felt weird about doing that to you. Are you sure?”

“You want me to look like those illusions, someone has to activate all these transformations to get me there,” he responds, matter-of-factually, “If you want to make it more of a tit-for-tat kind of a thing, would you be okay if I played with your ears? They look absolutely tantalizing and I think playing with them might be worth points, too.”

Tina unbuckles Francis’ belt. Taking the hint, he slips out of his pants and underwear. His cock throbs in the open air of the gym nook.

Tina: +6 VP (Seen Master’s Glorious Cock x2 Bonus [first time contestant participant])

“Okay, I saw it,” Tina declares, “Now turn around. I’d rather not look at the thing.”

He complies, going down to his knees. Tina kneels behind him, resting her chin on his shoulder. Despite herself, she can’t help but stare at his cock. It looks so red, so angry, so throbbing. She can’t imagine anyone being into having something like that inside them. She whispers into his ear, “Start gently. Get a good feel for them before you go too crazy.”

She then lightly strokes his hair. He lets out the cutest feminine whimper. Tina squees in delight, “That was sooooo cuuute!”

She starts stroking again, more firmly. His whimper turns into a high-pitched moan. He reaches over his head and gently rubs the back of her ear. She moans directly into his ear in response, “Harder.” He complies again. She coos in delight.

The whole time, she can’t stop staring at his cock. It’s like watching a train wreck. While grossed out, she still finds the throbbing erection receding very exciting. It keeps twitching and spasming as if he’s about to blow a load, but it still pulls ever inward.

Feeling a little frisky, she shifts directly behind him. She pulls down on his hair, hard. He gasps, somewhere between pleasure and pain, staring into her eyes. The pressure she exerts keeps him looking up; his gasps become more frantic.

“Who’s a good girl?” Tina asks, smirking.

“You are?” he answers, slightly confused.

She tugs again, harder. “Try again.”

“You are,” his answer firmer, more irritated.

She tugs down with both hands. “One more guess.”

He responds by pulling hard on both her ears, forcing her head almost on top of his own. The sudden **** jolts her; the sensation travels down her pussy. His eyes glare as he states, gruffly, “If all you want to do is to have some kind of a Femdom power play, we can stop this right now.”

Withering at his gaze, she tries to look down. The angles of their heads kind of ruin the attempt. “Sorry.”

She eases up on his hair, still brushing it between her fingers. He lets go of her ears, then gives her a little scratch at the base of one of them. “It’s okay. We didn’t talk about boundaries before you pushed past one... fuck, almost there...”

“Give me another good yank, please,” she asks.

He wraps both hands around one of her ears while straining against the grip she has on his hair. Rubbing the edges of her pinna between his thumbs and forefingers, he gives a sudden hard pull. She responds with one last jerk. Both of them cum at the same time.

Tina: +4 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Hairgasm] x2 Bonus [first time contestant participant])

Tina: +4 VP (Master Brought her to Orgasm [Eargasm] x2 Bonus [first time master participant])

She comes down from her orgasm first. She watches with some fascination as his jizz slowly oozes out of his completely flaccid dick, his eyes glazed over, his mouth agape, his hair growing at a rapid clip. It takes him several minutes to recover.

“Sorry again. You were just so cute.”

His gasps, slowly return to his normal timbre. “Don’t worry about it. Just keep in mind that this whole thing is weird enough for me without having a BDSM thing foisted upon it. You mind if I take a quick shower before you? Need a moment to recover.”

Tina responds, “Sure. Afterwards, I’m going to buzz myself into several more orgasms in your shower so I can get some sleep. Don’t wait up for me.”