Weapons, Mental and Physical

Craig

He suffered the torment of that crazy dyke Glitterdust. He has no idea how she does the temporary sex change thing; he doesn’t care. This morning when he was sent out as Craigetta, they shoved a heavy metal ring on some leather straps into his mouth first. He remembers the thoughts he had while under the effect and is disgusted by it.

Craig: Daily Task Complete! Blow a guy and swallow like a good girl +20 BP

Still, he got what he wanted. Glitterdust ordered him to pass out all of these PP to the ratfinks. He knows he has to go to their little hovel of rat nests and return once all of the gross fleshy dildo things are in the hands of those rat freaks. That doesn’t stop him from getting what he wants. He even grabbed a couple handfuls of treasure and shoved it in his inventory when the dyke dragon was too busy tail-fucking herself to notice.

His first stop is with those rat freaks Markie and Gene. Most of the PP just gets dropped off with them. They are admittedly excited.

“Soon, the dongs of my soldiers shall overpower the loyalist faction and I shall rule this nation!” Markie exclaims.

Gene holds up a ring and some ridiculous VR helmet looking thing. Markie gestures to the items. “And here is your just reward for your efforts in serving the Storm Empire, as promised. I am a just and noble emperor. Are you sure you don’t wish to swear allegiance to me right now? You can have one of these PP’s for yourself?”

“No thank you. Once I have the fatass under my thumb, she can ‘order’ my cock as big as I want.”

The sudden sensation of squirming fullness makes Craig yelp. It takes a bit for him to notice that both rat freaks are masturbating. Gene squeaks, “You are so lucky that your Mistress can command your body so easily. It would make our sexy role play time so much better if Markie could just tell me what to do and it happens...”

Craig tries to compose himself. It takes a moment for the squirming to stop. The fuck was that? “I believe this finishes our business for now. And, if you screwed me, I will come back and rip those filthy things off your bodies.”

Next stop, a way to find out if those freaks screwed him. It takes some searching, some interrogating, and some bribing rat freaks with PP, but he finds his way to a wizard for sale. The sign reads: The Great Guy (the Great!). Craig barges in.

As with most idle rat freaks, this one is masturbating. Unlike the other freaks, this one is sniffing what appears to be soiled panties while doing it.

“Hey, loser, you loyal to the Storm Empire?”

The freak stops and puts away his disgusting spank assistance. “Those body control pervs? Absolutely not. Everyone knows fart fetishists are superior. What can I do for you, potential valued customer?”

Craig drops the stuff on the counter. “Need this checked. Gotta make sure I was sold the right stuff.”

“50 gold per item you wished Identified.”

Gold? Shit. I have no idea how much is 50 gold. Ahh... “Could I interest you in a PP instead? That has to be worth at least 50 gold.” Craig pulls out one of his few PP left, offering it to the rat freak.

“Way more than 50 gold, if it’s authentic. Where’d you get a PP?” The freak starts some magic mumbo-jumbo.

“Nicked it from the Royal Treasury,” Craig replies, lying as easily as breathing.

Craig impatiently waits. When the freak is done, his eyes glow. He notes, “Hmm... Based on the type of magic this dildo is infused with, that is not a PP. However, the magic is potent enough to be worth a trade. So, this item? Or the spell on you, too?”

Not a PP? I mean, whatever, I scammed those freaks, I guess? Who cares? “Both for that not-PP?”

The freak smiles, “Sure. Which first?”

“Me. I know the spell on me, assuming that my Host didn’t lie to me.”

“Distrusting, eh? Shrewd, given who and where you are.”

Of course, the freak is a fag, demanding that he gets to stick his nose between Craig’s butt cheeks “to cast the spell.” It takes everything Craig has to not bash the freak’s skull in. When he is done, he mutters, voice muffled by Craig’s ass, “Geas. Cast at base level. Approximately 29 days left. Fixing it is beyond me, but High Matron Won’t-let-me-sniff-her-silver-butt-hair could get you patched up, if you don’t want to ask at the castle. Big stone tree in the Drow District. Can’t miss it. As for your toy...”

The freak continues to sniff at Craig’s butt while he does his magic. Again, Craig bears it. Just a bit over one more day, and I will be back to where I belong.

When the freak is done, he loudly curses, then scurries for pen and paper. He nervously scratches out a description, shoves it into Craig’s hand, then begs, “Get that accursed thing out of my shop. We never met. Understand?”

Craig shrugs, then pockets the thing into his Inventory. As he walks towards the Drow Distract, he reads:

Mindmelter 9001 – Wondrous Item. This item comes in two pieces, the actual Mindmelter unit and a Ring of Mindmelted Command. When attuned, the Mindmelter unit rapidly dissolves the brain of the user, leaving them a completely compliant drone. Removing the unit results in almost instant death once attuned. When worn, the ring grants telepathic communication between the ring bearer and the enslaved drone. Mental commands will be heard and followed so long as both are on the same plane of existence.

Excellent! A great solution to my problem. Who fuckin’ cares about the side effects on fatass? Again, the sensation of squirming fullness wracks Craig’s mind and body. He collapses on his knees in the middle of the filthy hovel street. It takes longer for it to fade. The other ratfinks watch, some masturbating to his discomfort. Some approach. He growls. “I will rip you assholes apart if you get near me!”

The sensation stops. He stands, then keeps walking towards his third stop, which is apparently a temple. So many naked lilac skinned chicks like the canteen cook dyke are going about their business. One approaches with what looks like authority; Craig doesn’t notice the other two until he feels sharp points on his neck.

“If you are here to cause trouble, gnoll, we will cut you down without hesitation. If you are here to beg for freedom, contestant, we will do what we can.”

Craig gulps, “You know who I am?”

“Yes, Craig. You are a terrible, terrible person trapped inside a vile cage. I don’t know how Champion Skye and the Queen tolerate running it. Still, I am Matron Halisstra. What are you here for?”

“I want a spell effect removed from me and a wizard recommended you.”

The lilac skinned chick narrows her eyes. “If you want aid, you will not resist this.” She mumbles some mystical nonsense and Craig feels a spell wash over him. He realizes he cannot lie.

“What’s the spell?”

“Geas. Base level, if that matters.”

“It does not. A spell well beyond a normal civilized caster. But well in the range of the Queen’s wives and concubines. Why seek our help?”

Craig answers before he realizes just how intense the truth compulsion runs, “The blue dyke bitch refused to free me.”

Craig: -1 XP (Stop it with the slurs, x0.5 bonus [magical compulsion])

“I am unfamiliar with this word, dike? Define it.”

“It is a derogatory term for a woman who is sexually attracted to other women.”

“Don’t be rude. Just because lesbians are a sexual minority does not mean you should judge her poorly for it. You are an even rarer sexual minority as a heterosexual male. Why did she refuse?”

He pauses before speaking. Which truth to risk saying? I can’t be completely honest or the skank will just reject me. He sees that the whore is about to object, so he blurts out, “She has it out for me and is punishing me for it.”

“You actually believe that? Guards, just throw the...”

An elderly naked chick exclaims, “Matron, no need. I will deal with Mr. Dougie.”

“But, High Matron Jelenneth...”

“Enough, Halisstra. Go.”

The one skank and her pet guards leave. The old lady stays. “I will remove the spell on three conditions. One, you hand over that vile device in your possession. Lady Silverhair knows of your plot and demands you to abandon it now. Two, you actually apologize to the girl like you are supposed to. Three, you pay a hefty donation to the temple then only return to devote yourself to the goddess properly. What shall it be?”

Craig empties his inventory of the pile of treasure and few remaining fake PP. “Fuck those first two conditions. Will this do?”

“No repentance? Trying to pay me with stolen goods? Get out.”

He bends over to collect his lucre, only to feel a heeled boot pressing into his hand. The blue dyke smiles, grinding her heel in deeper, “What’s one more night in the brig for you at this point, Craig? I should just move your things in there at this rate. High Matron, thank you for your assistance.”

The two exchange words in that weird fake Welsh. The blue dyke takes back the treasure and the PP Craig has yet to distribute. Then the two are back in the brig. Again. Fucking dyke bitch. One more day, and I win!

The sensation plows into him as he tries to dwell on his future success, strapped to a bondage cross in the brig. It thrusts in and out, in and out. Where have I felt this before? Oh. Oh, no! Not the statue! He awkwardly turns his head around, in a panic. The sensation stops; nothing is there. Fucking dyke move one of those things back in here? Trying to get me to submit to that worthless fatass? Fu... The sensation starts again, but, still, nothing is there. The fuck?!?!?!

Tessa

Winter and Tessa are waiting at the training grounds for a session, the latter wanting to be elsewhere. Tessa moves to leave, apologizing, “I’m still worried about Jenny.”

Winter gently holds his aunt’s wrist, not enough to keep her from running but just to slow her enough to think. “I saw Andromeda run to check up on her. We need to let the girl try. It would be good for them both.”

“I know, but...”

Ootah arriving has interrupted Tessa’s thought. The orc girl has grown, just as Tina suggested, especially around the breasts. The girl stomped away in a rage with breasts the size around Gaia’s and is walking to them with breasts that almost rivals Tegan’s expanded pair. Winter lets out a low whistle, quip, “Looking good, cousin.”

“Thanks, cousin. Shar’s gift.”

“Nice. Mona will be pleased.”

The way they both just accept being fundamentally changed like that... Tessa mulls over the situation. Again, she is interrupted, this time by their instructors for the day. Aelene and Alex saunter over.

“Hey dude and dudettes, ready to get your weapons training on?”

Ootah: -20 BP

Tessa: -20 BP

Winter: -20 BP

Winter saunters up first. Alex posts up in response, wielding her greataxe almost like a basesball bat and greeting, “Alright, little dude, time to try and hit a moving target with your daggers? Batter up!”

“Alright, Mama Alex. Here we go!”

Winter and Alex almost look at play. The drow fires off an ice dagger and the valkyrie knocks it out of the field. He tries to get in close, get a few thrusts in, but Alex takes to the air, staying just out of Winter’s melee range. He feigns some throws, Alex smirks. “Resorting to fake-outs?”

“Don’t have much choice, with you up there and I’m down here.”

“Fine. Hit me with your best shot.”

Tessa encourages, “You got this, Winter!”

And, he tosses that last rapier dagger straight between Alex’s eyes. She giggles as the ice dagger bounces off, causing no harm. Alex lands and gives Winter a noogie, then a playful punch to the shoulder, “Knew you had it in you, little dude. Good job.”

“Thanks, Mama Alex.”

Winter: Training Session Critical Success (14 XP / 10 XP)

Winter: +5 XP, Rapier Expertise (Training Session)

As Alex wraps Winter up in a hug, Aelene takes her position in the training ground. “Alyayavan, your turn.”

Tessa takes her spot, grabbing a spare basic scimitar. The former teacher’s heart is not really into training right now. She’s too worried about Jenny. She doesn’t understand why, exactly, Jenny is so distracting.

Aelene draws dual wielding scimitars, preparing to spar like Tessa does. “A mirror match of a sort. I normally use a double-bladed scimitar instead, but I am competent enough. Ready, sister-in-law?”

“As I am going to be, Aelenetheria.”

Aelene hits hard and fast. The off-hand blade is slightly less powerful, but Tessa is figuratively knocked on her butt within a couple of rounds of sparring. Maybe if I was feeling it, I would have gotten more out of this?

Tessa: Training Session Mixed Success (4 XP / 10 XP)

Tessa: +4 XP (Training Session)

Aelene offers a side-hug as she guides Tessa off the training ground. Alex returns, holding her greataxe in a likely more traditional way. “Alright, niece, you ready to rock?”

As Ootah lets out a battle cry, Aelene asks, “You okay, Alyayavan?”

“Worried about Jenny. She did not take the fight that Tegan started this morning well and...”

Aelene has a brief conversation over the staff communications network. Tessa tries her best not to eavesdrop. When it is over, Aelene answers, “Jenny and Andromeda are doing fine with Nyadia in the botanical gardens.”

“She’s okay? That is a relief.”

“Now, do you want to talk about your feelings towards her?”

“Jenny is so sweet and she’s hurting so much. I just want to protect her.”

Aelene nods, noting, “Sounds similar to how I felt about Lady Silmerana when I first got on the show.”

Tessa mulls over that, though she doesn’t know enough about Aelene’s relationship with Skye to be sure about what that means. They watch Ootah and Alex, both having a lot of fun, smack each other with greataxe strikes. Ootah’s expanded breasts haven’t seemed to affect her combat prowess all that much. It is admittedly distracting to watch. “Keep it up, Ootah!”

They both end up panting, Alex quipping, “Good warm-up, dudette!”

Ootah laughs, “Well, I’m beat, Auntie. That was fun!”

Ootah: Training Session Critical Success (12 XP / 10 XP)

Ootah: +7 XP, Greataxe Expertise (Training Session)

“Showers, then downstairs for dinner together?” Winter asks.

That seems to be a reasonable plan. The trio start to head to their rooms to clean up. Ootah and Winter chat about their spars. Tessa takes the time to think. Just what am I feeling about Jenny?